Well, my 16-year-old and his band played their first gig.  I still can’t believe how well they played, and how passionately the crowd–about 150 teenagers–responded.  The boys only played one cover, something by Oasis.  All the other songs were theirs, and the crowd just ate it up.  The bands’ talent was acknowledged by their peers–always a cool thing, but not to be overrated, as I’ve told them all. 

The gig was fund-raiser for a refugee camp in Darfur.  In fact a brief film on the disaster of Darfur was shown between acts; very sobering.  This was something that all kids could stand knowing more about, since the world has let those people down even more than we did the Bosnians. 

All told it was a very good night.  But at least these kids got to go back to their homes–rather nice ones in the suburbs.  The kids from Darfur never had that option, even before the war started.