Let’s face it. Parenting can be a thankless job.
But as I sat next to our two youngest sons in the Moore Theatre in Seattle on June 23, I only felt thankful.
Our hardworking, youngest son, Sam, 19, had bought me, Derek and Zach tickets to the Josh Ritter concert.
One of his professors at EWU had played a cover of a Ritter song during a class. Sam was intrigued enough to do some research, and discovered the album “So Runs the World Away,” and he was hooked.
He began buying every recording he could find, and when he heard Ritter’s “Fever Breaks” tour was coming to the Northwest, he was thrilled.
“Want to go to the Seattle show with me?” he asked. “I’m buying.”
When your kid is passionate enough about something that he wants to share it, what parent could say no?
Derek offered to spring for a hotel room, Zach actually scheduled a day off from work, and we wrote the date on our family calendar.
Of course, the week after Sam bought the tickets, Ritter added a show in Spokane.
“Never mind,” I told him. “We’re due for a family road trip.”
In the weeks leading up to the concert, Sam shared Ritter’s albums with us. Zach, a musician himself, was already on board with the artist.
And no wonder. Zach loves folk music, and Ritter is known for his Americana style and narrative lyrics. In 2006, Ritter was named one of the “100 Greatest Living Songwriters” by Paste magazine.
A native of Moscow, Idaho, the prolific songwriter’s vocal stylings sound a bit Bob Dylan-esque with a dose of Tom Waits.
We got more excited about seeing him in person as the date grew closer. And then disaster struck.
Vocal issues prompted a string of canceled dates including shows in Boise, Vancouver and Spokane.
“Boy, I’m glad I didn’t buy tickets for his Spokane show!” Sam said.
He anxiously followed Ritter’s social media feed.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “If the concert is canceled, we’ll just spend a day on the waterfront.”
But the show went on and it was Ritter’s first performance after his doctor-ordered vocal rest.
He didn’t disappoint.
From the upbeat “Getting Ready to Get Down” to the plaintive “Wings,” which features references to Coeur d’Alene, Harrison and Wallace, Idaho, each song was a wonderful blend of lyrical narrative and masterful musicianship.
Take the lyrics to “Old Black Magic,” for example:
“True love to true love
And rust to rust
I let the others cast stones
While I drew in the dust
I tried to be a good man.”
Even the opening act, Penny & Sparrow proved delightful.
“We know,” intoned Andy Baxter, half of the Texas duo. “We’re all that stands between you and Josh Ritter.”
While the duo was enjoyable enough for me to purchase their CD at the break, Josh Ritter and the Royal City Band owned the show.
Ritter’s aching acoustic rendition of “All Some Kind of Dream” proved a fitting finale.
“I saw my brother in a stranger’s face
I saw my sister in a smile
My mother’s laughter in a far off place
My father’s footsteps in each mile
I thought I knew who my neighbor was
We didn’t need to be redeemed
Oh, what could I have been thinking of?
Was it all some kind of dream?”
If and when he reschedules his Spokane appearance, you won’t be disappointed if you go.
“Thanks for a magical evening,” Ritter said as he left the stage.
And it really was.
Thanks in large part to a son with a generous heart who wanted to share something he loves with his family.