The Music Slide

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.

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!”

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.”

And, that my friends, will never happen.

 *And, no, I don't think she's old. And, yes, I do think he sounds in that particular song, kind of, a little bit like, Elmer Fudd.