And so it was to be ... my 2 1/2 year old son's first concert. He's been exposed to lots of music in his short life, and he enjoys and reacts to quite a bit of it. But nothing quite hits him like The Who.

He took a liking to Baba O'Riley early on. Listen after listen, he'd add some moves to his dance ... then I turned him on to the whole windmill thing, which he wholeheartedly immersed himself in. He'd go from start to finish, swinging his arm at grandmother-horrifying speed. He was having a ball. (And so were we.)

Light bulb! Pull out the old "The Kids are Alright" VHS ... that should be a kick. Well, once he saw Pete do the windmills for real, that was it. Bonding. He'd watch, dance and windmill along, and start yelling "AGAIN!" 16 bars before the end. My poor wife. At this point he knows Pete and Roger by name. (oh, and Keet Moon too.)

So fast forward to August 30. I got the tix and we've been pumping him up for weeks. "We're gonna go see Pete on stage! And Roger!" He is psyched.

Robert Plant opening ... not too shabby (besides the uncomfortable distraction of how, as each day goes by, he looks more and more like Susan Sarandon). Little Ant likes him some Zep too. Third song in Plant pulls out the stool and goes into "Going to California". Sounds great. Ant turns to me, looks me in the eye, and states "I wanna go home." Oh boy ... maybe this ain't gonna go as planned.

But we kept him entertained with promises of Pete and Roger, and he made it through. They came on, and I held him high over my head from way back on the lawn, and he watched the stage and the screens smiling and pointing, and it was something to see. "Pete!! Look at his red a-tar! And Roger! They're on stage!!" Pete started windmilling, and Ant was glowing. And my back was breaking.

Lydia took Ant for a walk after a few songs, as he was getting restless. Then there it was ... the intro. Then the piano. Shit, where are they! His song is on! Then they appeared, running over excitedly as the drums kicked in. I lifted him up high again so he could see over the crowd, and he was just totally into it. Baba O'Riley, right there in front of us! Priceless looks on his little face. He got down towards the end to do the "dancing part" ... then back up to watch the big ending. Then he summoned Pete ... "Again! Again!! Do it again Pete!! I wanna do it again!!!"

Long live rock.