Say what your soul sings
For the 9 months that Rosalie was pregnant, I kept hearing really nice songs and thinking “This would be so good to sing to Raimi when he’s born; I have to remember it and learn the lyrics.” But then after he arrived, for some reason I could literally only remember the words to two songs, both by Liz Phair (Stratford-on-Guy and Shane). So he heard those songs a lot.
I’m curious to see if when he’s older he’s somehow drawn to those songs. Or Dean Martin, who he’s been hearing a lot of lately. Like one day he’ll stumble across those songs and feel some sort of inexplicable connection to them.
Probably 100% not though.
I think every parent has fantasies that their kid will like their taste in music, will think their taste is cool and not totally lame and oldies. I remember riding in the car with my dad when I was young, and being so angry that he wanted to listen to Big D 103, the 50s and 60s station. But then when I got to high school I took an avid interest in my parents’ record collection and got introduced to some pretty interesting things that way (Gershwin, Porgy & Bess, Eydie Gorme, Jelly Roll Morton, and other albums which I stole and still carry around with me from move to move.). So maybe something similar will happen to Raimi, since his parents listen to music constantly and he’ll grow up with a solid musical foundation of The Beatles, Missy Elliott, Jeff Buckley, Chet Baker, Old 97s, Morning Musume, Beastie Boys, and of course Liz Phair and Dino.
And since I still manage to stay fairly abreast of what’s happening in the new music scene, and because I’m well aware of the cyclical nature of pop music, I won’t be completely annoyed when whatever new band he totally loves and thinks is new and groundbreaking actually sounds like they’re ripping off [band from 10 years ago, and band from 20 years before that].
I mean right?
And because I listen to a fairly wide range of stuff, I’m hoping I won’t ever be so shocked and dismayed by anything he listens to that I’m driven to refer to is as “noise.” Which is the big fear, the one about obsolescence, the one about someday not getting it.