Some Tuesday nights, my daughter, Harper, and I will play the open mic night at Twisted Pine Brewery here in Boulder. I’m not plying a 12-year-old with beer, nor am I a stage dad—it was, and continues to he, her idea. She's so low-key/good natured/self-deprecating and sometimes UNDERconfident in some other aspects of her life. It’s just one of the “million reasons” I love her (a bad pun you’ll understand when you watch the performance below).
But when she gets on stage a switch flips and she's in a "zone" or sorts. And I'm just thankful I get to watch it from 2 feet away. ROLE: Proud dad, strumming, trying to stay out of her way. AGENCY: Nope. DP: My wife.