Sunday, July 6, 2008

Daddy's Home

Not that he wasn't already there, but Papa Seed has totally 100% crossed the line into being a father, although it comes from the combined forces of son and nephews all of whom are obsessed with Tenacious D doing Kickapoo. He just screamed at M~ to turn it off because if he heard that song one more time he'd go postal. He had the same outburst with Mancub and neff B~ the other day. He has banned it from the house unless you are wearing headphones. He did so with a certain amount of empathy, comparing it to his childhood when he watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail fifteen billion times, but adds that he didn't subject every one in the household to it. I kind of laughed saying for me it was Led Zeppelin's Black Dog that my poor parents had to hear at full blast over and over. Near the end of my life with the parents it was Grace Jones singing I Need A Man. I must have played that 60 times a day. As loud as I could. It was like blood pulsing through my body, a primal way of claiming who I was when I couldn't do it with words. I'm sorry Mama. I'm sorry Daddy. Karma just bit me on the ass.

Although I abhor novelty songs almost as much as I do George Bush I'm almost able to shrug off hearing the boy's song over and over. But I'm also totally sick of it. I was the first time I heard it.

We've already had a good year of telling Mancub the music is way too loud, that the lyrics are really offensive, sexist, homophobic, and convey negative racist stereotypes (this was when he was all about Fifty Cent and Lil John), but it took Tenacious D to put us over the edge. It doesn't hurt that all three boys are into this one, which hasn't been the case with other music.

While Mancub has been out of town, we took M~ & B~ for haircuts and out to eat, then while we were driving around we all sang "Good Vibrations" and "I Wanna Be Sedated". The boys like doing the techno beat box thing too, but Papa Seed always tells them if he wants to go to a Gay Bar, he can do that on his own and he doesn't need them to bring it to him. They think that is hysterical and it just encourages them more. We all take turns being the screaming Diva.

Since we are all taking off for the Oregon Country Fair on Thursday, we will have plenty of time for road songs if everyone takes out their iPods and MP3 players so we can all be on the same page. I know the boys will break out into Kickapoo at least once. My best friend and I used to sing Shiver Me Timbers and Old Cape Cod when we'd go for long drives. I miss having those as sing-a-longs, but I think I'll never find another person to duet on those with me. They are about the only two songs I know by heart, the rest I have to do the "mmmm mmmmm mmmmm" thing for at least part of the lyrics, plus I can't carry a tune to save my life.

Papa Seed and I took all three boys out to eat a few weeks ago at Luna Park Cafe and they seem stunned when we, and several others in the place, started singing along to Janis singing Mercedes Benz. They somehow had all turned into teenagers never having been exposed to it before, and they looked at us as if we had been possessed. It was as much fun singing it as it was seeing their expressions. Old people are funny. Parents (and Uncles) are weird. Some things never change. And Rock and Roll will never die.


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