I try not to do the whole “when I was your age” thing on my kids. Because it doesn’t really have any effect on them. And? It makes me feel old. And that? Is not cool.
But today, while driving down the street, pumping music the way only a mom with 3 kids in a minivan can….which is fairly lame…Peyton had a revelation.
The radio sucks.
This epiphany came when I had to tell her that I couldn’t restart a song because it was playing on the radio and not on CD or the IPod.
What?!! My musical needs cannot be met RIGHT.THIS.INSTANT? This will not do. Heads will roll!
Peyton thinks all music actually COMES from Itunes! She thinks that Itunes is a band. THE band. And me? I am the roadie that makes it all possible. One $.99 download at a time.
I’m listening to her pitch a hissy, thinking back to my own music listening childhood.
Let me know if this sounds familiar. Then, I’ll know how old YOU are.
Sitting in front of a radio. With another radio in your hands, but THIS one has a tape cassette recorder. Waiting to hear the beginning strains of your favorite song come on under the dj’s voice…you SNAP into action, hitting the PLAY and RECORD button at the same time so that you can finallllly have a copy of this song! Only to discover that you only had enough tape to get through the middle of the first chorus of “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. Tears. Flip tape over. Wait another 2 hours.