October 23, 2012
Eight Days Louise
There are very few things my little family agrees on musically. Beth is practically uncategorizable (if that's a word, which my browser informs me it isn't). She loves equal parts Paul Simon and Pearl Jam and quite a range of things in between. Me, well, I like self-absorbed, complicated progressive rock with dueling keyboard/guitar solos and songs that last a half an hour. Mia likes showtunes and Glee (which, I guess, is showtunes). Owen likes rock and roll.
Pretty much the only thing we can agree on is The Beatles.
In much the same fashion that Mia pretends not to like Star Wars, she claims she doesn't dig The Beatles. But Owen loves The Beatles with a passion. Owen falls asleep to The Beatles every night, courtesy of a playlist I pulled together that contains everything The Fab Four ever released. Better yet, Owen's started learning the words to the entire Beatles back catalog. He started with All You Need Is Love which is his favorite and, with his somewhat wonky speech comes out sounding like All You Need Is Ludge. He believes the first line of Blackbird is Blackbird singing in the Jedi knight and loves all the background melodies of The Beatles' early Capitol Years songs. Last night when I walked in he was singing Eight Days A Week though his version was Eight Days Louise. And honestly, Eight Days Louise is the best band name I've ever heard (aside from Atomic Bitchwax which is, sadly, taken).
I didn't grow up digging The Beatles. I liked them but it wasn't obvious to me then what geniuses they were. It is now. My kids - through their incessant arguing over music and their ability to finally choose something they can agree on - showed me just how fabulous those four were. While they were pretty important in the evolution of popular music, they were even more important in musical peace in my house.
Even if we all get the words wrong. Because it totally should be Strawberry Shields Together.
Posted by Chris at October 23, 2012 7:45 AM