I know the moment when I became officially old. It was when I changed over from music radio to talk radio. I love listening to happy music but it seems a terrible waste of time to be missing out on news and events that shape our world. So I would far rather listen to talk radio than to music when I drive <- see what I mean? Old.
For the last few years, I have happily had my car radio tuned to Talk Radio, unless Marko has been driving it in which case it will be tuned to music radio as Marko is a hundred years younger than I am.
But things have changed. I now have children. Children who, even though they are only five years old, insist on changing the radio to the music station. Every morning on the way to school, we have to play the music as loud as my ears will stand it (apparently a level of volume far lower than what five year old ears can stand). Songs will come on the radio, songs which I have never heard of, and they will say "this is my favourite song Mom!" How can you have a favourite song, you are only five years old!! Your favourite song was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star just yesterday, or maybe like last year or something, and now you have a favourite song on the pop chart!
Do you even say 'pop chart' any more? The last time I listened to music was when Elvis Presley was at number one. On the pop chart. Ok, not really. But almost.
Anyway, I am getting more 'with it' in terms of the music. Today a song came on that I recognized and quite liked. It has a catchy beat. Something about bikinis on top. Daisy Dukes, Bikinis on Top, la la laaaaa. So we turned the volume up and started singing along. Me = Tres Cool!
Except for when the lyrics change from bikinis on top to 'sex on the beach'! OMG! S E X!! DON'T THEY SCREEN THE SONGS FOR EXPLICIT CONTENT LIKE SEX!! I have five year olds in the car!!
It's funny. When you aren't affected by something, it seems so far in the distant future that is appears irrelevant or unimportant. When my kids were little and people around me were going on about 'stuff', I was like 'whatever' - didn't affect me so I spent zero time thinking about it. I'd heard people talk about how some songs have particularly explicit lyrics and I was all "chill people, its just a song". Now my sphincter clenches each time anything remotely racy appears in the lyrics. There is something just a little off about a five year singing about "sex on the beach". Eek and yuck!
Anyway, so be it. The kids want to listen to music and apparently most songs are about love / kissing / sex etc. Might have to have that birds, bees and IVF talk sooner than I wanted to. Thanks Katy Perry, A LOT. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star was a lot easier to sing along to.
PS You know how you see some of these youngsters on Idols who are totally flabbergasted when they are told that they can't actually sing? Well, I understand how that happens. Kate exclaims today: "Mom! Her voice (Katy Perry) sounds EXACTLY like mine!" Suuure darling, sure.
PPS You might be wondering where this sudden burst of blogging mojo is coming from - it is because my new BFF has finally decided to blog. Her enthusiasm and excitement about blogging (and her compelling writing) is rubbing off on me. Long may it last!
PPPs In case you are leaning towards being impressed that I knew that Katy Perry sang that song, don't be. I googled it. That is how I knew. Me = Tres Uncool.