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Music to my Years

Music & Movie

Every generation, I believe, thinks that its own music is the best. And by its own music, I mean the music that we loved while in high school.  After all, that’s the pinnacle of our lives, is it not?  We knew everything, and the world was our oyster.  Or our lobster…I forget which.  Anyway, the world is some seafood or another.

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For me, in that I graduated high school in 1980, this means the music I love was created, for the most part, in the 1970’s: The Rolling Stones, The Eagles, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Blondie, Pink Floyd, The Who, Queen, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac…you get the point. The BEST music there ever was!

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To my utter shock and amazement, my teenage son Henry does not agree.  Every time we are travelling in the car and I turn up the volume on one awesome song or another, Henry feels compelled to make some snide comment about wanting to listen to music that is not 30-40 years old.  I don’t understand why!

mom listening to music in car

Try as I might to get him to embrace the brilliant guitar riffs and to lose himself in the poetry of the lyrics, I have reached the dismal conclusion that Henry just doesn’t enjoy my music!  Read that ridiculous sentence again so that it sinks in.  Whaaatttt! Clearly, I have failed as a parent in this regard.

I simply cannot fathom why he wouldn’t want to listen to “classic rock” and would willfully and wantonly subject his ears to today’s poor excuse for music.

I have no use for the music of today’s youth. In fact, I’m not even sure I could name more than four or five songs from today.  Let’s see: there’s “Happy” by Pharrel Williams (I know that one from Good Morning America,) and…ummm…that “Cheerleader” song…no idea who penned that gem but I’m pretty sure the kids all just call it “that Cheerleader song.”  That’s all I got, folks.  Seriously.

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Tonight, however, I ran into some “older” customers at my restaurant.  They had just come from a local High School reunion – class of 1965.  They wanted me to play the music of their generation over the speakers…the 1960’s they proclaimed…the best music ever made!  “It doesn’t get any better than that,” one of the gentlemen told me. I agreed with him because I wanted a good tip and also because he said, “That’s probably not your kind of music.  You probably like music from the 90’s.” I smiled from ear to ear. Yes indeed.  We young kids don’t know what we’re missing.  😀

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Back to Skool

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My 16-year-old son started back to school last week and it was all that I expected, and less.

My son, Henry (not his real name for Pete’s sake) is a real putter-offer…a procrastinator of epic proportions, just like his Mom. 🙂 To give you a glimpse of his psyche, have a gander at a conversation he and I had last year, right before school, courtesy of an old Facebook post:

Me: Do you want to go out tonight and get your book bag or wait until tomorrow? If we go tomorrow you have to get up early – no sleeping in because I have to work in the afternoon.

Henry: Tomorrow.

Me: Ok but you can’t sleep all day; you have to get up.

Henry: Tomorrow.

Yeah. That didn’t happen…the getting up part, I mean. I knew it wouldn’t because Henry is my child…and as such, he is genetically wired to wait until the last minute.

And, if that weren’t enough, since he is a male, after all, he is averse to shopping of any sort, but particularly to clothes shopping. Moms of girls, take note…you may have to max out your credit cards every new school year so that your daughter can look her absolute, well dressed, adorable best in school, but at least…at the very least…you don’t have to drag a snarky teenage boy around to department stores, begging him to at least try something on for size as he whines and complains about what an abhorrent human you are because you want him to dress nicely.

So, I did what any desperate mother would do in this situation: I made my husband go with us, you know, so he could be the mean parent. And, oh yes, we may have: waiteduntilthelastpossibleminuteandthenkidnappedHenryandnotletonastoourultimatedestinationuntilwewerealreadythere.

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This year, however, I decided to take a bit of a different psychological approach to the school apparel shopping: I decided to let Henry pick out things for himself, without any undue influence from me. Because apparently, I am a real dumb ass when it comes to fashion for teenage boys. Just look at the ridiculous shirt I bought for him recently, and actually expected him to wear:
awesome tee

I know, I must be some kind of psychopath.

So, I gave him only a few minimal parameters to follow:

  1. We need at least one pair of long pants because eventually it will get cold and shorts might become uncomfortable even though you will insist when it’s 13 degrees outside that a tee shirt and shorts are suitable attire.
  2. I know you love sports, but perhaps there can be some items in your wardrobe that do not contain the Nike swoosh?
  3. You need a hoodie… because eventually it will get cold and…oh never mind.

And you know what? We actually made it out of the department store without killing each other, even though pretty much every shirt he picked out contained exactly zero buttons and did indeed have the Nike swoosh emblazoned upon it.

Baby steps, people, baby steps.

And as an added bonus, he said, “Thank you Mom.”  I actually thought I heard trumpets! Did I happen to mention that I love this kid?

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