'Koo Koo Kanga Roo' @ Minneapolis Institute of Art
Posted by PJ Mudd on Tuesday, January 14, 2014 at 12:00 AM By PJ Mudd / January 14, 2014 Comment
Koo Koo Kanga Roo at the Minneapolis Institute of Art (MIA) on Sunday, than my 4 year-old. Going to a concert with dad (and mom) really sounded exciting to her, but I'm not sure she knew what to make of the band once we finally arrived. My first exposure to the band was when a friend mentioned they were his toddlers favorite band. More recently however, I read a review of their live show for adults and could hardly reconcile the two endorsements. How could a kid’s band be this amazing for kids and grownups?! I've listened to my share of kid’s music, and a lot of it is painful to sit through. It’s one of those side effects of parenting that as your child grows up, you have to stop listening to your music while in their presence and more of what they like. After all, you really don’t want your kid singing the words to “Bubble Butt”...in public at least. Would this be the band that we could both see together? That we could both jam in the car really loud to? Bryan and Neil were sweating on us as they jumped and danced in front of us. Even with a dozen or more kids dancing around us, my kid was standing there shell shocked. I moved her arms and shoulders in dance like motions to help jump start her but to no avail. She just stood there wide eyed. I was even yelling the whale sounds in her face during “I Speak Whale.” I was giving her the queues to respond during “What’s That You Say.” Her neighbor was even asked how many friends he has right before they kicked into “Friendship Bracelets.” She sat motionless. So maybe the nap on the way over took more out of her than I had realized, or I just was way more excited to see the band than she was. Like embarrassingly more, illustrated by my wife’s smile that said “Yes I see you’re having a good time, you can stop dancing now.” So we crafted. We did story time. We even pretended we were a hungry caterpillar emerging from its cocoon. Figuring the timing was right, I suggested we run down and catch the third and final Koo Koo Kanga Roo set of the day.