I don’t think that title is grammatically correct. I used to make sure that I was always grammatically correct.
That’s not the point.
I used to love music. I still LOVE music. I just never listen to my own choices anymore. “Bear went over the mountain…” was the song that ran through my head all morning.
I know I’ve complained about this before. It hurts more when I do get a chance to listen to music I love and I remember how important it was. I remember not ever leaving my house without a pile of awesome CD’s. I remember when my car was robbed, the thief took that pile of CD cases, not realizing that the gold was in a CD wallet under the seat. HA ha!
Now I never have CD’s in the car because, duh, iPod. But I barely ever bring my iPod in the car, and even if I did, “Mommy, Doodlebops!!!” would be all I hear.
I am currently working on a project at my computer and listening to a mix of all the music I’ve purchased from iTunes over the last few years.
Interpol
India Arie
Soundtrack from “The Motorcycle Diaries”
3 Doors Down
…and several American Idol* gems, including Michael Johns’ Beatles tune from last week. Yeah, hook line and sinker, that’s me.
If only it was 3am and I was dancing around the house with some Southern Comfort on the rocks. That’s who I used to be.
*I’m going to a taping of American Idol sometime soon! Wheeeee! I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a secret or not. If it is, I’ll take this part down. If not, wheee!
I keep forgetting to tell you, but I finally got a chance to listen to the birthday CD you made me… like, REALLY listen to it, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! Thanks so much!
Maybe in a few years, when the boys are a little older, you can fly to LA from CT and we can all go to an Indigo Girls concert!!
Mommy-hood changes things. You are still that person underneath and one day when your boys are grown you will be a hip old woman dancing around the house with your arthritic hips and your Southern Comfort 😉
i remember you coming home from work in the insurance world dancing around on our furniture with some cocktail in hand, listening to your music choice of the moment or singing a song you were trying to write.
It seems like a lifetime ago, but i know that you still are that girl.
(This comment totally reveals how long I have known you)
I have the same issue. I like to rock out to a little Choo Choo Soul now and then but I still make time for my stuff.
When I’m making dinner and cleaning I listen to my own tunes. No exceptions. As a result of this, I have a three year old daughter who actually requests to hear Joss Stone!
i TOTALLY hear you! and please give michael johns a hot australian hug for me. 😉
oh, and i forgot to list anything about music.
i actually made a mix CD of songs we can all be happy with in the car. of course my girls are 10 and 7, so it’s a little easier to sway them my way. they are hooked on “travelin soldier” by the dixie chicks, which i don’t love, but will take over hannah montana any day. although my youngest loves “sand in my shoes” by dido. so maybe something good is sinking in there.
I like running errands by myself because I can finally listen to my own music. Every time we go out it’s, “Mommy, I want to listen to MY music.” I listen to my own on the computer when I’m doing work while the kids are napping, but I haven’t gotten anything new in a long time.
Oh no! Before you break out in one more Barney tune-related hive, a couple of thoughts:
A friend of mine has a deal with her kid: In the car on the way there – kiddo gets to pick the music. On the way home, she does.
Theo can gleefully identify the strains of Bono, Bruce or Elvis … THEY CAN BE TRAINED!!! 🙂
Today, Beatles instead of Doodlebops…tomorrow, dancing around the house at 3AM! Okay, so now it might be 10PM (that’s 3AM in Mommy Standart Time, right?)
Rock on, Momma!
While we totally rocked out to mommy’s version of “You are my Sunshine” on the way to work today, we then sang Jax fav, “Oh What You do to Me” by Plain White T’s.
He does not know there is such thing as kid music in the car, except for his bed time CD when we are headed on a long trip. We do listen to his music sometimes at home, but turn the radio on quite a bit too. I have never been quite a music hound, so don’t know if I am breeding him that way or not.
As for being hip, you were very hip, while I was not, then I got hip for awhile, and had a wardrobe of which you would be proud for about 1 year prior to Jax coming along. I still get to see it with the new Lisa in my life, the beautiful petite princess in my office, because she wears at least a few pieces of those short and fitted tops, size 6 & 8 pants, cute skirts, at work each week!
For the third day in a row, I am sporting a truly Tricia outfit of khaki pants, navy fleece of fleece vest, white tee and tennis shoes. A hair clip or scrunchy has been close at hand. So I guess I am hip, and an ND sort of way!
(Yes. I am delirious from working until 1 AM last night and back at it at 8 this AM.) Sorry for the long post, but you still have it!
Love, Suz
This post made me a little….. I don’t want to say sad, but that’s the closest I can come…I’m 11 weeks away from welcoming our daughter into this world and I know that the moment it happens my life will irrevocably change in ways I can’t even fathom. This post made me think of just one of those ways that it will change. Of course, I’m happy and eager for that but also a little overwhelmed at the enormity of it all. Geez. Sorry, I didn’t maean to make this comment all about me…. I think, I’m hoping, that deep down, (or maybe not so deep down) you ARE still that girl.
Yeah, it’s sad and you’re right, when you finally get to listen to your music it makes you sad. I have no advice other than a reminder that you’re not alone. (Oh, and also – someone turned me onto a band you might like – check out Vampire Weekend.)
hi, i found you through S@L. i would like to say that i *LOVE* michael johns. i thought his beatles song was awesome. what the hell was up with the judges.
A. The problem with a live taping of american idol is that you can’t fast forward though all the bs.
B. Still, I’m jealous that you get to go.
C. I heart Michael Johns.
D. I listened to Go Diego Go music from the Live Show CD this morning. And yesterday. And all last week. Not only do I not get to hear my own music, but I don’t get to see grown up theater anymore, either.