Our oldest child, Amanda, will be seventeen in June. Amanda, and her sister Debbie (just turned fourteen in August) are my adopted daughters and I love them to death.
Over the years, Amanda and I have become very close. Her dad (my darling Jack, the love of my life) often expresses amazement that Amanda and I share no genetic information. We two share a special bond and how much we think alike shocks me sometimes, too.
Amanda’s love is music and she’s an accomplished musician playing guitar, banjo, dulcimer (both hammer and fretted), keyboards (including piano, harpsichord, and synthesizer), drums, she plays around a little with the saxophone and a few other wind instruments, and has in the last year or so been experimenting with the theremin. Guitar is by far her favorite instrument, though.
She does a good deal of original compositions as well as covers of a wide range of songs from all over the page in terms of genres. She’s in four different bands here in Rio de Janeiro that play classic rock, hard rock (and into a little metal), country, and pop.
But the other day, she did something that confirmed her father’s frequent accusations…
Jack will often accuse me and Amanda, as well as Debbie sometimes, of trying to kill him with some of the more, ummm, outlandish behaviors we are partial to. For example, Amanda has picked up on my flirtatious behaviors. This, and other things, make Jack just a little crazy.
Now, let me put this into perspective a little for you…
Amanda is less than an inch shorter than my 5’ 9”. OK…Jack claims I’m more like 5’ 10”, but what does he know? She’s slender and has great legs and, at least from a man’s point of view, a wonderful shape. She’s been wearing my bras for more than two years now. She has blonde hair (a shade or two darker than mine) to her waist and bright blue eyes. Add to this the fact that, also like me, Amanda is not the least bit hesitant or ashamed to show off her looks.
Another of Jack’s favorite sayings is that guns don’t kill people. Fathers with good looking daughters kill people. But I digress…
Jack is very supportive of Amanda’s music. He loves to hear her play and we’ve gone to many of the clubs where she plays with the bands she’s in even though we tend to be about twenty years older than the rest of the crowd in most cases. Jack even had Amanda teach him to play a song for me on our anniversary a few years back.
But last night she came up to the house (she has her own small house on the property) with a video she and her classic rock band made.
Now…imagine this song being done by Amanda while dressed like “Little Marie” in the video. Even down to the Stray Cat logo body painted on her shoulder.
The whole thing, especially the Sexy and Seventeen part, was more than Jack could take. Her sat there and watched the video, his affect flat, staring at the big screen like her couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
Me, I was fighting the urge to get up and dance while I “listened” through my Bone Phones. It was good old rock and roll with a great beat. And I’ll admit I was proud with how great Amanda looked and sounded.
Jack, not so much.
He sat staring at the black screen for nearly a minute before he asked Amanda, “You’re not going to do that in a show are you?”
Amanda said the band planned to do an entire show of covers of Stray Cats and similar band’s music as well as few original songs she plans to write.
Jack nodded. “And you’ll be dressed…” He gestured at the TV. “Like that?”
Amanda just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, isn’t it hot?”
Jack seemed to shiver. “Sweetie, dad’s don’t like anyone thinking their daughter is hot.”
Amanda turned to me. “Mom, did you like it?”
I decided that discretion is better part of valor. At least for a moment before I changed my mind. “I think it’s great, but I have to make that show.”
Jack frowned. “You’re not really helping.” He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “You two really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Amanda laughed. “No daddy.” It then seemed that Amanda got the discretion I found so elusive. “If you tell me no, I won’t do it.”
She knows her dad inside out and backward. After about an hour of talking, Jack said it was OK for her to do the show.
And he promised to dance with me while we’re there.