Talk Thursday: Growing Up

I remember when his head was the size of an orange... Now that head is much bigger, has had surgery once, stitches once, and staples once...probably needs braces, has never had a cavity, and he still won't let me pierce it.. or color his hair, or even spike it... LOL if he didn't look so much like me, I'd think maybe there was a swap at birth!

Music has been very important in my life ever since i was about 5 and my mom gave me a little record player and all of her old 45's. I'd spend hours in my room playing DJ and rocking out to Three Dog Night, Grass Roots, and Joan Jett. Most of the mile stones of my life are marked by songs... either the song that happened to be playing or the one that seems to bring back certain memories.

Every time I vacuum, I think of Pat Benatar. When I see a crappy old VW Bug, I think of Supertramps' Take The Long Way Home. Forever, hearing the Dixie Cup's Going to the Chapel will remind me of my teen years and long drives with my mom singing at the top of our lungs. 4p.m.'s Sukiyaki will always remind me of Corey.... every time that damn song came on the radio we'd break up... lol! Memories of my cousin Tiffany will always play to the sound of Club Nouveau or Morris Day and the Time. I dislocated my knee the first time dancing the Humpty Dance. Being wheeled in for knee surgery, high on Valium, I sang Dopeman at the top of my lungs. The summer after senior year, my girls and I cruised town blaring Salt n' Pepa. The summer I came back from Canada it was Nelly. Ryan will forever be Social Distortion's Ball and Chain or Treetop Flyer by Stephen Stills. Maybe that's why Burp's dad and I didn't last long... we didn't have music... oh and he was a CHUMP! My new guy and I spend hours every night listening to the music we love.

When Burp was born, I was determined that he would be born into a world of good music. I INSISTED that music be playing in the room when he came out, either Our Lady Peace or Metallica. And though I ended up having an emergency C-Section, while he was being born in the surgery suite, music was playing back in my room.

To my mom's dismay, the first song I ever sang to him was Guttermouth's Lipstick. (We were on a long car ride and he was crying and my mom said, "SING TO HIM!!!" and my mind went blank.) Maybe this explains why he always covers my mouth when I sing to him. From about 3 months on we discovered the only thing that would get him to stop crying was Metallica's Whiskey in the Jar. At about 2, the only way I could get him to take an afternoon nap was to put him into the car and play Puddle of Mudd's Control.

Being a child born into a musically eclectic household, I shouldn't be too alarmed when he's listening to Hannah Montana or comes home singing Lady Gag-a.. though she makes me cringe... After the Chipmunks movie he went around singing "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!".... that was a little embarrassing.
I'm ok with the Jonas Brothers... I actually like them too! lol... He likes Jesse McCartney maybe a little too much... but the Green Day and Jason Mraz makes up for it.

And he thinks Taylor Swift is hot. LOL He's growing up.

It'll be interesting to see how music shapes and defines his life as it has mine.