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They Might Be Giants

I don’t know why it took so long for me to find more interesting music for Lily than the standard kids music. Whatever, though.  I’m happy to have found the music we’ve been listening to lately.  Here are some wonderful CDs that have made our lives lovely as of late:

1.  Rockabye Lullabies, The Beatles

This is the one that kick started our desire to find more great music for her.  She loved it and we listened to it almost every night for a month. In fact, it’s what prompted us to see what else was out there.  

2.  Smithsonian Folkways Children’s Collection 

We march around the house singing Ms. Mary Mack…Mack, Mack. All dressed in black…black, black. With silver buttons…buttons, buttons. All down her back…back, back. Go ahead, visit and play a sample. It’s wonderfully enchanting.

3.  They Might Be Giants, Here come the 123s.  

This is actually a CD and a DVD, up for a Grammy for Best Children’s Album, no less.  We also got Here Come the ABCs from Netflix but prefer the 123s, possibly just because it’s the CD we got first and have listened to every car ride since.  I used to say I was never going to be that parent who quits listening to my own music and let the kids music take over.  I had no idea the kids music could actually make for some good music.  Nonetheless, we all love listening to the CD and watching the DVD.  I love this one so much that I thought I’d share.  I like to sing it in my head at work and wonder at the irony.  Here, enjoy:

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I’d like to take this opportunity to say…

Hi, Sweet Juniper!  

I’m just sitting here with my medicated husband listening to NPR’s show on the best music of 2008.  I didn’t hear who we’re listening to right now but it’s nice.  So far, my favorite has been the Fleet Foxes.  Oh I just can’t hear that song in my headphones without dancing in my cube.  So serious.

We’re debating what makes a good song.  My husband is such a music snob that he won’t let himself enjoy a band if they sound too much like someone else.  I think he’s missing the point but he’d say the same about me.  But this is my blog, so…

What does it matter if the sound is familiar.  If it makes you feel good when Neil Young sings it, why wouldn’t it make you feel good if the Fleet Foxes are singing?  I honestly don’t see the point.  It’s like an extension of a really good album that you’ve had for years and know all the words by heart and the cover is falling apart and you remember a distinct moment in your past with your boyfriend, getting high, drinking cheap beer…a good song in the 70s that does that can also exist today.

Plus, don’t we have a responsibility to share with Lily the music of the ages?  Our music, our parents music, someone elses parents music?  Otherwise, how will she know if someone in her time is dirivitive of something else.

Also, the same theory that says budding authors should attempt to imitate their favorite authors in order to help them identify their own style.  Only once they have a good understanding of what’s been can they truly appreciate where they’re able to go.  And then, after you’ve been copying all your favorites, you actually create something new and all your own.

Am I over simplifying matters?  Quite possibly.

There’s a difference between a band who’s trying to sound like someone else and does a good job of it than a band who’s trying to sound like someone else and fails miserably; like a bad cover band.  There’s a significant difference.

Oh, by the way – I hope I win that photo!

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time to pretend

my husband sent me this video by the mgmt. it speaks to my insides. fatalistic and sad but is that how lily’s going to feel? i was *this* close to feeling it myself…until i got a job in an office and started waking up for the morning commute.

here are the lyrics:

I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life.
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There’s really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models, everything must run it’s course.

We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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