When do you turn old enough to have a beer with your old man?
I’m not even sure I actually believed that question would have an affirmative answer followed by a date.
My eyes seemed to have been opened to a new adult world Monday night as my dad joined in on musical festivities shared by my friend circle.
My music taste, excluding the lapse into the BSB world mixed with the momentary failure of judgment with Britney Spears, must be accredited to Randal Davidson. My five-year-old self humming along to The Cure, Dead Can Dance and Morrissey does not tend to be identical to my other peers’ likes at the time.
It should not be shocking that my dad and I still share the same music likes and spend the majority of our conversations focused on newly discovered bands, while leaving school and politics aside for silence fillers.
I came to college and became my father. He is reflected in my reading, the concerts I attend, my major and just my general outlook.
It was only a matter of time before we would meet in the middle and connect on that different level.
I think “flabbergasted” could be used appropriately here to describe my thoughts from being on that level with my daddy to the left of me and my scarily similar boyfriend to the right, as “And what you know can only mean one thing, rooted to the place that you spring from,” is harmonizing from our mouths.
It was not the sharing of old college stories that happened oh so long ago and were never repeated, mixed with the current narrative that was being created for some of us in the conversation.
It was not when Mr. Davidson went to the bar and asked if I wanted any refreshments, and I replied so naturally.
No, it was the innocent moment from “Soldier’s Grin” of Wolf Parade bringing us all together and taking away my childhood and naming me an adult to my dad.
It was that moment that painted the Hollywood picturesque quality time shared between father and daughter.
My old man and I kickin’ it at an indie rock concert. It doesn’t get much cooler than that.
Lindsey Davidson is the Photo Editor of The Auburn Plainsman. You can reach her at 844-9157 or lindsey.davidson@theplainsman.com.
