May 14, 2013
Damn You, Sheryl Crow!
Owen likes rock and roll. Mia does not, or so she claims. I like long-winded progressive rock. Beth does not. This makes choosing acceptable music in the car something of a challenge. The kids and I went out over the weekend to hit the grocery store and score some cleaning supplies at Target (yes, we live the life of glamour). We were finally able to arrive at some acceptable listening material. Though there was a price.
Owen: Play some rock and roll.
Mia: No! Well, only if there's a girl singer.
Me: Okay, you guys will like this.
Owen: Is it a girl rock and roller?
Me: Yes, it's Sheryl Crow singing about Steve McQueen.
Sheryl: Like Steve McQueen/All I need's a fast machine/I'm gonna make it all right
Mia: Who's Steve McQueen?
Me: Famous actor from a long time ago.
Owen: Was he related to Lightening McQueen?
Me: Kinda. After a fashion.
Sheryl: I ain't takin' shit off no one/Baby that was yesterday
Mia: Daddy, what did she just say?
Owen: Yeah, what'd she mean?
Me: I, uh, didn't hear anything.
Mia: She said spit.
Owen: Yeah, spit.
Me: Oh, um, yeah. Must have been. That's not very ladylike.
Sheryl: We got rockstars in the White House/All our popstars look like porn
Me: Hey, let's listen to the next song!
Mia: Daddy, who's Mister Brownstone?
Owen: And why won't he leave the singing guy alone?
Me: Let's listen to something else? How 'bout smooth jazz. Kenny G is like the Jimi Hendrix of smooth jazz.