We love music at our house. My music of choice tends to run on the alternative side. My husband likes the same kind of music. We both have our oldies that we like - Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Johnny Cash. I also lean towards Carole King and Simon & Garfunkel. Hubs will throw in some jazz and classical music. Sous Chef loves Green Day and Death Cab for Cutie. CJ seems to favor the Raconteurs and all three kids like the Killers. If we are listening to 80's alternative, my kids get sick of hearing me say, "I've seen this band (person) in concert. Twice." (Or more, depenending on the band.)
But guess what? This is not a historical music lesson of Jo's family. It's more about my and CJ's conversation in the car last night.
A few weeks ago, my friend and post college rommate, Stephen, made/gave me a CD he titled Saturday Night at the Warehouse 1989-1990. The Warehouse was a club we used to go to. I keep the CD in the car and listen to it frequently. Last night we were driving home from Big E's baseball game at about 10:15pm. CJ says, "Mom, remember that song that has 'work' in it?" Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about, so I say "Work for Love?" and he says, "Yes, will you play it?" So I pop in the CD and crank the volume. When I looked in the back seat, he was totally zoned out listening to the music. He is SO my kid.
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