Kid-Centric Insanity — Life in the Perpetual Recorder Concert

Aaron DeBee
6 min readMar 31, 2018
It’s definitely all about the kids

I can feel you judging me. Stop it right now, Linda. Turn around, look at your phone, and stop acting like this is the most entertaining event you’ve ever attended. They’re 4th-graders with $2.00 plastic recorders, and the sounds they are making are god-awful. You know it, and I know it. So, don’t you dare applaud those shrieks and screeches and then turn around and look at me like I’m a terrible father for wincing.

Oh no. Is the music teacher seriously going to talk between every song? For the love of all that is holy, why? Who is listening to her? Right. Linda. Stop looking interested, Linda; you’re making it worse. We all need to make it painfully obvious to this teacher that no one cares that she had to explain to little Jordan what “hot cross buns” were.

I can’t hear you over the clamor of this picture

We’re going to be here forever. I’m going to die in this seat. Well, if he wears them to my funeral, at least my son will get more than one night’s use out of the new purple necktie, white shirt, and khaki pants we had to spend another $80 on this grading period. I can imagine Linda scowling about that over the top of my casket right now. She’ll show up, though, because it would be a waste to miss a social media opportunity to exploit her son’s alleged feelings surrounding the passing of his friend’s father.

What am I even thinking about? I’ve lost my sanity. These painfully choppy and wavering notes have put me over the edge. Look at those poor kids; they look miserable up there. Their stubby little fingers don’t even really reach all the holes. No wonder they can’t hit these notes. Oh no. We’re going to have to hear about what a challenge those notes are for them, aren’t we? We’re never leaving this auditorium.

I want to support my son, and in a lot of ways I do. He doesn’t even want to do this, though, and there are just so many of these types of things. It’s not enough to go to your kid’s ballgame anymore. You have to be at every practice for the duration now. Everyone scowls at the neglectful parent that drops their kid off and comes back later to pick them up. I tried to beat the system by helping to coach, but that…

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Aaron DeBee

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