U2's "Rattle and Hum" is on the tube. When my son was little, one of his favorite songs was "When Love Comes to Town". We listened to it over, and over, and over, and over... He also liked Rossini's "William Tell Overture" from a CD my mother had called "Switched on Classics". I think he liked the trumpets best... or maybe it was the cannonball finale?
We were listening to Pink Floyd earlier tonight and I told him the story of "Comfortably Numb" and how it related to me. (My cousins and a few of my brothers will know what that story is about... REM, too...) Anyway, I told him that a lot of the music he is listening to now is the music I grew up with. He said he's "growing up with it, too". I guess he is, just not in the same way. I saw Led Zeppelin back in 1975 at the Nassau Coliseum... I still love listening to "Ramble On" today. I was very happy to take him to see The Who last summer here in Paris (so many old farts in the audience... me included!). He's going with his dad to see Kiss tomorrow night (there's no accounting for taste...!)
I guess I'm on the music thing because he's been turning me on to some of the stuff he listens to. Through him, I found Andy McKee and Cinematic Orchestra, and I now know almost every bass line of every Red Hot Chili Peppers song. (He and his band, Slow Motion, have been practicing for their upcoming set at the Fête de la Musique concert in Malakoff on June 21.) I guess it's the love of music that crosses the generations and cultures.
I was looking for a photo to use for this post, and came across this and showed it to my son. It's my mother (his grandmother), circa 1985. I won't tell you what was going on, but my son was WAY impressed with my brother's old Rickenbacker bass. I wonder if he still has it? Music is magic.
In the name of love...
2 comments:
Every time I hear "Comfortably Numb" my mind transports me back to that car on a cold day in Michigan. XOXO K.
I wish you would write more often. Words written might soften words spoken. Much love.
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