Teenagers, Recycling & 80s Music

Recycling: High School

Mr. McPherson was one of my teachers when I was either a junior or senior in high school. He was a totally cool cat who taught American History. I enjoyed his class, well as much as a 17 year old who doesn't want to be in school anyway can enjoy a class. He made it tolerable and he was pretty laid back.

I couldn't believe it, but when we were at the school for some social function, we ran into Mr. Mac. I couldn't believe it when he actually remembered who I was and spoke to me:

"Ahh, recycling are we?" He was referring to the fact that I was now a parent with a kid, Miss A, in high school.

"Can you believe?" Admitting that I am shocked that I have a kid in high school. AM I that old? Is Miss A that old... Jeeez. Time is going by FAST.


Recycling: MY music

We have about a 15 minute drive from our house to Miss A's school every morning. Alot of mornings, since neither of us digga morning, we ride mostly zoning out and listening to the blah, blah, blah of the morning d.j. on whatever radio station happens to be on.

Anyhoo. On this particular morning we were talking some and out of nowhere she comes off with a question:

"I've been listening to Jack FM and they play all kinds of OLD music. Dr you have a clue who sang "Come On Eileen?"

*blink*

"Miss A, you think that's old???" I was offended as hell that she would insinuate that I and my era of tunes was ancient.

"Do you know who sings it?"

"Dexy's Midnight Runner, and it's not all that old."


"It's older than me, thank you very much." She smirked. Satisfied that she had put me in the "older than shit" catagory.

"Whatever. Oldies are named as such, Miss A. You know? Like the Golden Oldies, like Chubby Checker? That's oldies."

"Cubby Checker? Is that a real name? Who sings Love My Way?" She asked.


"Psychadelic Furs, smartass. Make a list and I'll bet I can name every song you can come up with from the 80s as I am a child of the 80s and proud of it. Old or not."

Finally... we are there, she opens the door to get out "Mom, I don't think you're old. You're the coolest mom I know."

With that she slams the door and slinks off to share her knew found knowledge of the OLD music.

Brat.

It seems like the music from the 80s is being recycled in its original form as well as being jacked by some of the new artists.

They Grow Up So Fast...

My youngest clone is 16 years old. She and her friends are so much more "grown up" than me and my friends were at her age. All we really cared about was ditching school to go to the beach, sneaking a cigarette now and then, and other stupid crap.

These guys talk about saving the world, like the little tree huggers they are.
They talk about saving the rain forest. They talk openly about so many things.

I guess I'm the type of mom who, for better or worse, never kept any secrets from my kids. I've never pretended that smoking, drugs, alcohol, or sex don't exist in their worlds. I took the preemptive approach of actually telling my kids the pros/cons - good/evil of these things.... and from a young age.
All of these things were unthinkable and taboo in our house when I was growing up.

Don't get me wrong. I don't encourage my kids to smoke it up, drink it down and knock boots. Quite the contrary. I encourage them not to do any of it, at least the youngest one and her friends (who still listen).

I just think it to their advantage if they know they can talk to me about anything and that I will be there for them and they won't be treated as if they have the plaque and be banned from my sight for being human.

With that in mind... the youngest and her lil friend designed and baked me a penis for my bachelorette party. Dear Lord.

NewsFlash! I Must Have Been Under A Rock

My attention was drawn to a NEWSFLASH today, that apparently isn't such new news.

One of my three alltime favorite bands is reuniting for a reunion tour!!!
Who?



Why, none other than Van Halen. With the exception of base player Michael Anthony, all of the boys will be crankin out the tunes that made 'em famous. Eddie Van Halen's son, Wolfgang, will be providing the bone thumpin bass now.

As long as David Lee Roth sticks to the songs and doesn't try to speak, I will be a happy girl! He has proven time and time again that he is a complete dip-shit, but buddy can he belt out the songs.

I'm sitting here having flashbacks to those wonderful days in the early - mid 80's in which Van Halen ruled the radio waves...

Tour information www.van-halen.com. Anthony has agreed to take one for the team, change up our honeymoon plans, and take me to Greensboro NC to see them rather than going to the Keys (as we are diving into wedded bliss on September 29th).

All I have to say is, for $125 floor seats, I better get to hear ICE CREAM MAN!