I am the father of two amazing kids. A daughter, and a son. Earlier tonight I went for a drive with my daughter. We listened to Macklemore: “And We Danced” over and over. While some of the content is not necessarily appropriate for a 12-year-old, it just seemed like the right choice for the moment. We both needed something upbeat and fun, and she loves that song. Earlier we had taken her younger brother back to his mother, and were in a bit of a somber mood.
I bring this up because I feel very strongly that an important component of my parental influence on my children revolves around music. From Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry, to Johnny Cash, Janis Joplin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones, all the way up to The Beastie Boys, NWA, Michael Jackson, Rage Against The Machine, A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Jack White, and Bop Alloy. I could go on and on, but you get the point. My hope is that she will remember. That she will pair the moments in her life where she heard good music with important life lessons. That she will not forget what she felt and heard, and what she learned.
When we jump in the car tomorrow morning, it will be the usual routine. I’ll say: “I need a good one” as I scroll through my IPod. We will probably start with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: “Stop”, and go from there. One day I’ll hand the IPod to her.