Another Cautionary Tale of Parenting--Banned from my own decade

Being 39, I am now old enough to buy compilations without shame.
In fact, I sort of revel in it. I know that IPods are way cooler, but they seem so

SOLITARY.

Which is funny for a New Englander to say, I know.

Last year, my sister bought me an '80's compilation for my bd. It has some classics - Tainted Love, Sweet Dreams, Obsession - it's only flaw is not including WHAM! which I'm sure has more to do with crazy license laws and George Michael's suits against his former label.

The first song on the cd has become a HUGE favorite with Evie. Seeing the reaction Evie got when singing it, Juliette of course glommed on and took over. I've made the non-singing lyrics smaller and the conversation normal size so you can appreciate my pain at being kicked out of the party.

Me-purple
Juliette & Evie-green
Juliette-Pink
Evie-Blue

Video Killed The Radio Star -
The Buggles
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two

Screaming as though having a tooth pulled -!!!!!No!! Momma You CAN'T SING!!!!!
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.

Oh-a oh - (breaking into hysterical laughter)

Why can't I sing?

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
-!!!!!No!! Momma You CAN'T !!!!!
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh

I met your children (whispering)

Oh-a oh

What did you tell them?

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.

Oh-a-a-a oh - more laughter

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh

You were the first one.

Oh-a oh

You were the last one. (whispered, of course)

No!!! Video Rock Star is OUR song!

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car,
we can't rewind we've gone to far

Play it again!
No, Evie, it isn't over yet!

Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car,
we can't rewind we've gone to far.

Pictures came and broke your heart,
put the blame on VTR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. ...

(You are a radio star.........)
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Clearly I am NOT! Nor will I be invited to join in on the encore.

Think about this before you introduce small children to "your" music.

Maybe I'm glad after all that George Michael is so litigious, I would hate to lose either version of Freedom.

Rauschenberg Passes On

From the New York Times obit--

“I usually work in a direction until I know how to do it, then I stop,” he said in an interview in the giant studio on Captiva in 2000. “At the time that I am bored or understand — I use those words interchangeably — another appetite has formed. A lot of people try to think up ideas. I’m not one. I’d rather accept the irresistible possibilities of what I can’t ignore.”
He added: “Anything you do will be an abuse of somebody else’s aesthetics. I think you’re born an artist or not. I couldn’t have learned it. And I hope I never do because knowing more only encourages your limitations.”

I hurt my head where it is fuzzy

Genevieve fell head first off a six foot slide last night.

Later, she told me her head hurt where it was fuzzy - her hair.

BTW - Mulch does make a difference. In my day (who can believe I even started a sentence with that?) it would have meant a trip to the ER.

While I was gone, Juliette told a seven year old there was no tooth fairy. I knew that Santa stuff was going to bite me in the behind. Now she's out there unleashed, my daughter, dream killer.

Off topic - no jet lag for mommy. No jet lag really to speak of that is. Any block of sleep that lasts for more than five hours feels like a gift. Parenting has made me uber-high-functioning in Asia. Go figure.

Off off topic - in flight entertainment has vastly improved on intercontinental flights since my working days. British Airways, hands down , has more movie choices than HBO. O.K., slight exaggeration.

Books I've read lately - Geography of Bliss - now whereever I go, I'm trying to determine if people are HAPPY. Few are.

Unaccustomed Earth - even when she isn't great, she's good.

Water for Elephants - not as depressing as others had told me, but not a book you want to read before attending a circus.

Only three more weeks of school - come on, Summer!