Sunday, November 13, 2011


If you start planting the seeds when the kids are young, you can control their minds.  Ok, not often, but sometimes it works out.  Either that or I am simply taking credit for my child's excellent taste.  Let me explain.

Today I took the boys to get their hair cut at Rudy's.  While waiting for Big Dog to finish up, they started playing The Clash.  Should I Stay or Should I Go to be precise.  At which point Little Dog demanded my attention.  "It's my favorite song!" he said enthusiastically, then started singing along.  Next up was Rock the Casbah which he mistakenly called "Rock the Jazz bah" but still enthusiastically approved.  He's been a fan of the Clash for a while now, so I'm not really surprised. 

The other day on the way home from school, I asked Little Dog if he wanted to listen to some music.  He did.  He asked for a specific song, Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones.  As we talked about the music and and listened to a few other songs, Little Dog told me that was his favorite band.  Who can blame him?  The Ramones are awesome.  But thinking back I believe I may have laid the early groundwork for his very classic punk taste in music with his first Halloween costume.   You decide.
My very own, punk rock baby circa 2006

1 comment:

Lynda Halliger Otvos (Lynda M O) said...

The theme song to Curious George’s movie “Follow that Monkey” slithers around my neural pathways for a large part of some days. My personal preference fluctuates between Martyn Joseph, the Welsh Bob Dylan, and Meat Loaf’s “Bat out of Hell” depending on what I am doing.

The soundtrack of our lives we pass to our children while they rest in our womb.

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