The Heir had a big show last night. That’s the soundcheck they did for it. It was at the local recreation center. It’s in the basement of a high school no one’s using anymore in Mexico, Maine.
He’s sixteen. The drummer is barely seventeen. The giant bass player is only thirteen years old.
They did something way past a performance. They were concert promoters. They charged two bucks to get in for an hour’s show, and advertised it after a fashion on Facebook. When it was over, the woman that runs the recreation center slapped fifty singles or so in their hands, and asked them to play in the high school gymnasium next week.
He’s already better than I ever was. It remains to be seen if he’ll be better than I could ever have been. My money’s on him.