As a parent I think it is my moral obligation to teach my children to listen to good* music. And by that I mean that I need to pass my music tastes on to them. It's a classic case of nature vs. nurture. I would have been thrilled if I could have passed my music tastes to them in chromosome form, but since I couldn't, I have to do it by creating the right environment. That environment takes shape within the confines of my car. I let them choose what to listen to when we're driving, but they have to choose from my CD collection, so they only think they're in control of the stereo**.
At any rate, given this moral obligation, you can imagine my delight when I received the following email from my daughter:
I never e-mailed you that list of the people i want you to burn the cd's for me!
Aerosmith
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club [[all of them]]
The Sun
and I THINK that's it, but if i remember, i'll tell ya.
I'd prefer it if Aerosmith wasn't on that list, but I guess you can't win them all***.
* If I don't do it, they're going to end up listening to all the crappy stuff that gets airtime (such as Kenny Chesney, 50 Cent and Fergie). Then, in twenty years, they're going to have to own up to the shame (and maybe even have to pay for therapy) when they realize how bad that music really is.
** The secret is that I don't keep any music that I don't like in my car, so I win no matter what.
*** Unless you conveniently "forget" to burn any Aerosmith and opt for the new They Might Be Giants album instead.
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