day 10: cups runneth over
My friend Alison is in a band called the Sippy Cups. The chances are higher that you’ve heard of them if you own a child.
She’s been with the group for a while now, and they have been making a big splash. Like, they are rockstar famous among the 1-7 year-old set.
I saw the Sippys for the first time last weekend at LA’s House of Blues, of all places. I got there just as they went on, and initially I was completely disoriented. The place was enormous and swampily hot, the areas in the back (where the bars were) were packed with adults standing around, talking loudly, and drinking beers. Kind of a typical rock bar experience, yes?
No! Because then I saw the kids. All. The. Kids. Everywhere. Babies, toddlers, wee little elementary schoolers. Pregnant moms holding a child in each arm. Everyone had a Sippy-issued noisemaker. Pandemonium! The security guys looked completely freaked out and defeated.
And the show rocked. Rocked! Not in any “it was okay for a kid’s show” way. And there was none of that cynical “we’ll throw in some sly humor just for the grownups.” The finale, with the giant balloons, “I Wanna Be Sedated”, and an endless conga line of tiny fans, was a better moment than most shows I’ve seen in a decade.
Cooperation, kindness, peace and love!! That’s the Sippy way, people.
I keep rereading this and get thirsty for juice…in a good way.