Freddie's into Nirvana. I think that's completely cool, and I encourage it by buying him books of guitar chords and tab with Nirvana songs in them, so he'll learn guitar playing songs he digs instead of "Go Tell Aunt Rhodie" or some such eye-glazing shit.
Betty, a social young thing, prefers the Teen Sensation of the Moment. I think this is likewise perfectly cool, and am planning to take her and a friend to see the latest manufactured Tiger Beat phenomenon, a nauseatingly saccharine pair of girls called Aly and AJ. I won't enjoy it much, but she and her pal will, and a dad must make sacrifices. May be some good blog fodder in it.
Tonight was Taco Night chez Jingo, and we donned our sombreros and serapes and celebrated Diez de Mayo. I mentioned to the kids my loony idea of last night, about doing a perfect replica of "Up, Up and Away." I explained a little bit about the song, the sort of place it held in my heart, my intention to perform a gedankenexperiment exploring the relationships among music, nostalgia and human emotion by having a good long wallow in all three. I mentioned that XTCfan had expressed an interest in participating in the recording, and that I'd half-seriously proposed to him a family-get-together-cum-recording-session where we cut the vocals and had a nice meal.
Wonder Woman said she agreed with Blue Girl's comment that "One Less Bell To Answer" would be another great song to do in a social setting like that. As she assayed line-readings from that song, Betty began to enumerate songs she'd like to do covers of: "Walking on Sunshine" and "Do You Believe in Magic," both hoary chestnuts she'd discovered on her Aly and AJ CD.
Freddie had been listening quietly at the other end of the table, chewing and, I think, looking for his moment. As Betty's enthusiastic flow ebbed slightly and Wondie lapsed into humming into her salad, he deadpanned, with utterly exquisite timing:
I'm the only one who got it right away, and I swear I was in serious danger of blowing a roaring mouthful of ground beef and pico de gallo all over the room.
Jesus Christ, I think I may have actually done something right.