I've long claimed that I grew up with no taste of my own in music, because we lived overseas and my dad listened almost exclusively to opera and show tunes. And in the summer we'd visit my relatives, who liked country.
I embraced the 80s music at the local disco like there was no tomorrow. It's still my absolute favorite, and the only songs I recognize before the chorus are from this very narrow 1983-1987 slice of life.
So it's quite interesting to hear Jordan having his own little opinions on music at the age of three.
He and Nick go on weekend adventures, and they usually involve driving. Sometimes they go to Home Depot and Jordan watches forklifts. Sometimes to a marina. Or the hardware store. Or any construction site.
It's a magic world out there.
Jordan hears all kinds of music on XM in the car. If you start driving without music on, he requests it. And he asks you to change the music if the song doesn't appeal. So far, he's not so much on Alanis Morissette or the Beatles.
It turns out he loves Paul Simon's Slip Slidin' Away. Although he calls it Thlip Thliding.
"Play Thlip Thliding, Daddy!"
It was impossible to explain to him that we, the omnipotent parents,couldn't just make whatever song we wanted come on the radio. We are going to have to compile a Jordan's Favorites CD before our Thanksgiving drive, I think.
On Sunday we were running errands and listening to music and changing channels. Several times he asked for The Giant Song.
I looked at Nick. "The Giant Song?"
He shrugged. He didn't know either.
And then, then this song came on:
THE GIANT SONG!!!