We were talking recently about music choices and at what age
do we sort of make that slide into soft rock hits… Because at close to 42, I am
listening to the same stuff my kids listen to. And, I sing along and like most
of it.
I'm fairly certain that wasn't the case for my mother. Other than
Billy Idol and one song by Heavy D and the Boys (Now that we Found Love), she was parked firmly in K103
land by the time she was 40. Or listening to the 60’s channel.
My dad hated everything we listened to. Hated. According to him no
one could sing. It was all trash.
The intro to Livin’ on a Prayer?
Sounds like frogs.
They were both unimpressed by Nirvana.
In fact, I can clearly recall my mother sitting on the couch
while we watched MTV saying, “Really? ‘A mosquito, a libido’? Those are the
lyrics?”
Yep. They are.
We have music playing in the house most of the time. Playing
in the kitchen any time anyone is in there. Other than that, I listen in the
car. I tend to be in the car a lot.
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| Not Khalid |
The new Khalid song, Young, Dumb and Broke came on the other night. Car
full. Kids and I signing along.
Deb, in the passenger seat, making a list, looked up, took a
breath and said, “He sounds like Elmer Fudd.”
Oh, Shit. That’s something
my dad would say.
“You just made the slide!”
“What?”
“The music slide. You’re old* now! Enjoy K103!”
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| Not Elmer. |
“I am not old. He sounds like Elmer Fudd and you think he
does too.”
“Well, I think that now because you just said it. But, I’d
never say it out loud. Because, then I’d be old.”
