12:51 pm October 23, 2010Music Appreciation: Luckily Geddy’s not dead, or he’d be spinning in his grave
A conversation on music appreciation. Time: 10:30pm on a school night (bad mom). Place: the car, while going from gas station to gas station looking for cinnamon bears to smuggle into Jon in his hospital room.
Me: Let’s get some music on.
Jachin: I hate all music. Unless it doesn’t have words.
Me: Are you kidding?
Jachin: No. Words are dumb.
*Epic music starts*
Jachin: This isn’t bad…
*A modern-day warrior, mean, mean stride…*
Jachin: Augh! Words! Nevermind, this stinks.
Zoe: Is this Lady Gaga?
Me: … What?
Zoe, repeating slower because she thinks her mother is slow in the head: Is this Lady Gaga?
Me: Uhhhh, no. This is a guy.
Zoe: It’s a guy?
Jachin: Haha! You thought this was a girl!
Me, to Jachin: Do you know who this is?
Jachin, sheepishly: … No.
Me: *sigh* This is Rush, guys. The guy singing is Geddy Lee. And listen, Rush has arguably the best drummer ever.
*I decided not to into the whole Neil Peart versus Alex Van Halen thing, because, you know, one thing at a time.*
Jachin: Rush… Why does that sound familiar…?
Me, knowing where this is going: Because Rush also does YYZ.
Jachin: Oh, right! From Guitar Hero…
Me, trying not to cry over the fact that all of my firstborn’s knowledge comes from video games: Right.
Zoe, still seemingly confused: Wait, soooo… this isn’t Lady Gaga?
And then, mercifully, I pulled into Macey’s and ran into the bulk food section for cinnamon bears, distracting me from the fact that I’ve found yet another way I’ve kinda failed my children.
*sigh* Lady Gaga… Class dismissed.