Takes me back almost 20 years. We’d brought our girls up to learn and appreciate music, a lot of classical and choir music obviously seeing as they learned piano and singing and one of them took up the cello for a few years. But they had quite different tastes in modern music from us. Rage Against the Machine and, later, Cat Empire, were not quite the same categories as Jimi Hendrix, Creedence Clearwater, Janis Joplin, anti-war, and political stuff as well as Beatles and Beach Boys that we had favoured when we were young. But the more money they had of their own, the more they bought the stuff they liked.
There I am, innocently returning to the house on a late 90s Saturday morning – and I walked through a time machine to my 50s childhood.
The girls were cleaning their room and music played throughout the house – Patsy Cline, Eddie Fisher, Doris Day, a Bach chorale, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, RATM intervenes/clashes, Ray Charles (their dad’s favourite), NKC, crooners galore, Sarah Vaughn, a bit of Mozart.
I got used to it after a while. (I blamed myself for the Sinatra and Crosby – I’d always advised them to listen carefully because their technique was impeccable – apparently effortless.)
Eventually, Avenue Q got into the list once they hit their 20s and it was all over. I never have any idea what they might or might not be playing when we visit their homes.
February 27, 2016 at 11:05 pm
Lovely, and perfect. Also evokes memories of Baz Luhrman’s “Moulin Rouge” which used the song effectively.
February 28, 2016 at 8:40 pm
Takes me back almost 20 years. We’d brought our girls up to learn and appreciate music, a lot of classical and choir music obviously seeing as they learned piano and singing and one of them took up the cello for a few years. But they had quite different tastes in modern music from us. Rage Against the Machine and, later, Cat Empire, were not quite the same categories as Jimi Hendrix, Creedence Clearwater, Janis Joplin, anti-war, and political stuff as well as Beatles and Beach Boys that we had favoured when we were young. But the more money they had of their own, the more they bought the stuff they liked.
There I am, innocently returning to the house on a late 90s Saturday morning – and I walked through a time machine to my 50s childhood.
The girls were cleaning their room and music played throughout the house – Patsy Cline, Eddie Fisher, Doris Day, a Bach chorale, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, RATM intervenes/clashes, Ray Charles (their dad’s favourite), NKC, crooners galore, Sarah Vaughn, a bit of Mozart.
I got used to it after a while. (I blamed myself for the Sinatra and Crosby – I’d always advised them to listen carefully because their technique was impeccable – apparently effortless.)
Eventually, Avenue Q got into the list once they hit their 20s and it was all over. I never have any idea what they might or might not be playing when we visit their homes.