Ways I Will Ruin My Child #1

This lovely post on Jezebel today about learning to love music, especially music your father or mother listened to, depressed me. My parents were strict when it came to…well, everything, but especially music and tv shows. All we listened to as a family were children’s albums or the oldies station. I remember hiding in a coat room during 4th grade to avoid a “which New Kid is the cutest” conversation, because I had no idea who the New Kids were. Once I did get my own radio, it was far too late for me to learn anything about “good” music. I listened to Top 40 stations, even while my closest friends got stoned to Radiohead. I have an intense hatred of Dave Matthews based entirely on my high school lacrosse team. Throw in a few years of musical theater and I’m completely hopeless. I too embarrassed by my bad taste to put a “what I’m listening to” application on my Facebook, and I never participate in conversations about shows, since admitting the best concert I’ve ever gone to was the George Strait Chevy Truck Country Music Fest makes people look at me like I have three heads. Yeah, did I mention the country music? And not the cool rockabilly stuff, the Brad Paisley-Lonestar-Sara Evans stuff.

In case you were thinking maybe E would be able to help out, let me assure you he cannot. He knows more words to “Rent” than I do and insists the “I don’t want you back” song is genius.

So unless my baby wants to listen to the “Anything Goes” soundtrack or Britney Spears’ greatest hits, I’m afraid he’s on his own when it comes to music. I’m not sure how kids develop their musical tastes, since I was never allowed to. I guess I’ll have to encourage Tiny E to hang out with the babies at the playground in the Ramones onesies, or maybe get that cd of Metallica songs turned into lullabies.  To prevent any irreversible harm, I plan to stick with the children’s tapes from my own childhood as long as I can, but as much as I love Raffi I don’t want this to happen to me.

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4 Responses to “Ways I Will Ruin My Child #1”

  1. Britni says:

    That post really hit me, too, but mostly because my dad was just like Hortense’s. There is no shame in loving Britney Spears! I own every album she has ever put out! Plus, she is great to have dance parties with the bebeh to! Though I was one of those New Kids fanatics that you were afraid of. I had the sheets, the towels, the sleeping bag, the dolls, and all the tapes and videos of their concerts. I own their greatest hits album to this day (I know, I know).

    I’m actually writing my own post about that post because I missed the thread and I feel like I have a lot to say regarding the subject.

  2. Erin (i dont have a fake name :( ) says:

    YES!!!!!! BEST CONCERT EVER!!!!!!!!!

  3. Mitch says:

    “embarrassed by my bad taste to put a “what I’m listening to””

    Don’t worry about that….. I like all forms of Rock… Classic, the normal stuff, and really hard (angry) rock when I’m in a bad mood.

    Well, I guess I had left a “Bad mood” CD in the car, which my wife’s parents are selling for us. The bad part is her mom (for those of you who don’t know – she’s a really REALLY innocent teacher of younger children) found the CD…. and decided to take a listen to see what was on it.

    Apparently it made her worry about me a little bit!!!!! :D

  4. AGreenEyeDevil says:

    You should never feel the need to apologize for seeing King George in concert! Your knowledge of the oldies from your childhood may prove to be a rather unique treasure trove for you and Baby E to comb through. I’m sure there are a few great songs amongst the particular oldies genre you heard. Good luck!

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