Words of Love

So the ten year old says to me the other day, “Dad, will you teach me about music?”

This isn’t quite up there with a few other questions I’ve been asked in my life: “Would you like to write Batman?” "Want to go watch Bruce rehearse for Letterman?" “Honey, the kids are asleep: wanna join me in the shower?” But, man, it wasn’t far off.

“What do you mean?” I ask, having learned by now that when dealing with the better gender, clarity is oh so vital. “Do you mean, like, teaching you what a sonata is, or a blues, or do you mean more like about Bach and Beethoven and the Beatles and R.E.M. and stuff?”

She thinks for a moment, then smiles. “Yes,” she says.

Kids. 

So the next day we’re driving in the car and I’ve got Buddy Holly in the CD player. So I start to tell her about Buddy, his importance, his impact, some of his most famousest songs and so on.

“Words of Love” comes on.

She listens for a minute, then says, “you know, this sounds a lot like “Do You Want to Know a Secret?”

We’re off to a good start. 

 

Comments

[sarah]

Your kids are just so daggone cool.

[Left of the Dial]

They take after their mom.

[Lissa]

Like, +1, and oceans of love.