Pinzone's is an Italian Village Restaurant in the heart of downtown Fairhope, Alabama. The music is set up in the breezeway where the outside restaurant seating is located and where people stroll through. I have heard people who have been to Italy, say that if you close your eyes then opened them and looked around you would think you are actually in Italy.
Eric Erdman (my son) and Ross Newell (who I love like a son) were playing a duo show in Pinzone’s that night. These two guys are excellent, talented musicians but more than that, they are truly nice guys.
When we arrived almost every outside table had a “RESERVED” tent-card perched in the middle. After scouting around, I was able to locate two small tables with a total of 4 chairs and scoot them together in order to accommodate those that were coming to sit with me. I knew most of the people who came to the show, with a few new faces sprinkled in here and there. I was well aware they came for the music Eric and Ross would be sharing.
Their love of people allows these two guys to touch hearts with the very sound of those guitar strings as they play. The lyrics in their songs and their special voices allow them to reach deep into your soul. People can feel their talent, they can feel their message and it resonates loud and clear to all that come to their shows. It is a rare thing for Eric and Ross to play together these days as both are so busy with separate musical endeavors, so when the opportunity arises to hear them together, people gather in big numbers.
At one point during the night somehow they began playing “death” and “murder” songs. It is amusing how those songs can evoke such interest, amusement and deep emotions, but they sure do. Even such a morbid sounding topic as death can make us smile, sing along, tap our feet, clap or just sit and enjoy as some prefer to do.
There was a large gathering of people near the front that included a makeshift
table, which consisted of at least 6 tables slid together to accommodate them all. It was mostly adults but 3-4 children were in the group as well.
One particular child stood out amongst the children in that a group. It was a precious little girl who wore a white summer dress with a matching bow that tied part of her hair back away from her beautiful face. Her matching sandals topped off her perfect outfit. Her right arm was adorned with several bracelets, showing her specific style at such a young age. She carried a lifelike baby doll tucked under her arm most of the time; but she would pull it around and cradle it in her arms at times when she stopped to remember it was still in her possession. Her every move was watched by everyone at our table and most of the other tables as well. Something about her was captivating.
This beautiful child was up and down through the evening, never laying her baby doll down, though she kept it tucked in her armpit with little regard for it. Occasionally she would catch the beat of a song and move or sway as though she really felt the rhythm deeply.
The time came when this precious child shocked us all. Eric and Ross were playing a cover song that was happy, upbeat and likely a great song to inspire dancing. It was as if she suddenly realized that very fact. She walked straight over to an unoccupied chair at her table. She reached under her arm and removed her baby doll, laying it immediately on the chair. Then she placed her hands behind her head and began gyrating her hips like an exotic dancer with great dancing skills. There was a collective gasp that nearly sucked all of the air out of the area. When she stopped everyone applauded, and everyone talked about nothing else but this child the rest of the evening. Many wondered where she learned such moves. Most speculated it was from YouTube or some similar website. So many of our children learn things at such young ages these days that rarely does anything shock us.
This shocked us. She was adorable, she had rhythm beyond her years and she stole the show from the grasp of Ross and Eric. They gladly yielded to her.
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