We listen to a lot of music in our house as of late. And by “we,” I mean the teenager and her sidekick, the tweenager. If it were up to me, I’d go for All The Silence, because I may or may not have burned out the interior of my eardrums with headphones and cranked up AC/DC during my impetuous teens. Do not judge me.
If they must listen to music (Dear God, I’ve become my mother) I do prefer they listen to non-secular music (and now I sound like the nuns I grew up under in parochial school). However, we do allow a certain amount of secular music as long as it doesn’t make me gasp in maternal horror.
And to be fair, they have somewhat good taste in music, thanks to their father. In that they can recognize pitch problems and an overuse of voice auto-correct. (Good riddance Britney Spears.) Broadway show tunes are a favorite. Which secretly delights me.
Lately I’ve noticed a preponderance of what I’d like to call the I’ve-got-tears-in-my-ears-lyin’-on-my-back-crying-over-you music. Seriously. WHAT’S WITH ALL THE SAD MUSIC? If I hear “What about angels” one more time I’m going to drive ice picks into my ears.
And then I got to thinking about my sad music phase as a hormonal angst-ridden teen. My go-to artist was Eric Carmen. I wore that piece of vinyl right out. So I grabbed my iPad, clicked on iTunes, and forced my daughters to listen to “All By Myself” and “Never Gonna Fall in Love Again.” As I wept. Emme’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she deadpanned, “I’m gonna kill myself. I’m gonna go into the bathroom, slam the toilet seat down onto my head, right after I bash it into the tile on the way there.”
Her sense of drama springs from I have no idea where.
And then for sport, I made them listen to some of my favorite Donny Osmond tunes from my pre-teen years. Think “Go Away Little Girl”, “Sweet & Innocent”, and of course, “Puppy Love.” They were all, “MOM, is that a GIRL?”
Me, Donny, and my best friend Karen, circa 1971 at Cincinnati Gardens
Anyhoo. My plan worked.
No one wanted to hear ANY music for a good day and a half.
What was your favorite pity party song growing up?