I currently live in a place ruled by Zac Somebody, Hannah Montana, and that Girl Who Sang the Superbowl National Anthem. I'm outdated, lost in the past, a dinosaur. My tastes are irrelevant to what's going on today, as I am reminded time and time again, by my thoughtful daughter. She has to help me with my cell phone, with the remote control, with the computer, and certainly with staying current.
My how times have changed. Remember the 'Bay City Rollers?' Remember when 'The Cars' first came out? When I was a kid, my big sister read Tiger Beat, and in those days it was all about 'Leif Garrett.' Remember him?
I know exactly when a song comes on TV that Hannah really likes, because she starts dancing around the room. If she really, really likes the tune, she begins to pirouet around the room uncontrollably. But she can't pirouet to anything that I listen to, and when one of my songs comes on, she often looks as though she's smelling roadkill.
It's my fervent hope that Chase will someday show his Sis a thing or to, that he will be the 'new' wiz kid, and that she will need HIM to help HER 'stay current.' At least that will give me some kind of morbid pleasure, since, apparently, I am to be at the mercy of them both.
1 comment:
I'm with ya. Yes, I remember all those bands. I remember Tiger Beat. And I'm baffled by Hannah Montana.
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