I learned that the babe has working ears this week.
I thought I was gonna be all lullabies and bedtime stories, but it turns out we’re really into classic rock right now.
And a few alternative jams for good measure.
Here’s what I sing to the babe.
In the shower.
And in the car.
Except at stoplights when there’s a car next to me. Then I bring it down to a stage whisper.
Or at least turn my head and scream it in the opposite direction.
For those about to rock, we (me and the babe) solute you:
anything everything from the No More Tears and Osmosis albums.
Give me all your greatest hits, please.
I will never stop believing.
Because I’m way past 18 but still get confused everyday.
It’s hard to be mad while I’m day dreaming about rip tides.
J. Roddy Walston and the Business
Because it reminds me to take things as they come.
I liked this months before it hit mainstream and I liked it better when it was masquerading as alternative and not pop, but it still doesn’t stop me from giving the babe’s ears a sound check.
Because I can blame it on my A.D.D, baby.
Because all of his songs sing to my soul and therefore get special encores in my super acoustic shower stall.
The babe’s theme song is buried on one of these albums.