My kids got a huge gold star yesterday.
I recently wrote about Wita’s usurping of the car stereo, which has been an interesting time for me. As the daughter of a musician, listening to sugary sweet, over-produced tracks is like a huge middle finger to what I was raised to appreciate. My dad has played in bands since he was a teenager. Traveling the state when he was in high school and college, being dubbed the “soul man,” hell, even when corporate America snatched him up, he bought a recording studio in downtown Oklahoma City 25 years ago, and still owns it to this day. The man would sneak me into blues bars long before I should have been there. I remember those nights – barely being able to see through the thick cigarette smoke, guitar riffs giving me goosebumps, letting the lyrics sink in – I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world. It was love at first listen. I mean, my first cassette tape (that I literally wore out) was Jimi Hendrix’s “Are You Experienced.” I distinctly remember having sleepovers and playing “Hey Joe” at full blast while my guest looked at me like I was loco. Can’t we just listen to Cyndi Lauper?
Once in awhile, a band hits the mainstream that stirs up those memories, and The Black Keys have been a favorite of mine for some time. Wito adores them, which isn’t a surprise because he enjoys “real rock and roll,” as he puts it. Yesterday, as we were driving home from school pickup, Wito asked for the track “Little Black Submarines.” You guys, mama fist pump alert. I’m sorry for the horrible quality, but I was just fumbling to hit the voice memo app on my phone in time to capture some of it. Although barely audible, even little Wita knew some lyrics. (Take note – although Wito is a born-and-raised Californian, he sings like he’s from Oklahoma. It’s in his GENES, man.)
Take that, Fresh Beat Band.
bishop stu tu
November 9, 2012 at 8:41 amsaroo…
in my case, you used the term musician…rather profanely. shame. maybe in the sense that I love muzac too.
anyhoo, tankee. witO got infected around you…that’s why there’s such a thing as a musical family. studioR didn’t help him none, and studio7 will be a shock up. just for him.
doe a deer. da bishop
Kristen Howerton
November 9, 2012 at 10:10 amLove this. Let’s get the kids together for a Black Keys sing-along. And seriously with the Okie accent, Wito!
rachel
November 9, 2012 at 12:01 pmoh my god KILL ME WITH CUTENESS
Amti'b
November 9, 2012 at 5:08 pmSame thing over here even if it isn’t c & w, maybe we are more hick than previously thought. I mean his dad is d who was a real twangy kid!
Colleen
November 11, 2012 at 12:15 pmOh the cute! I love it!
emily
November 12, 2012 at 8:10 amHe’s a candy man AND a musician? You lucky duck!
Jen
November 12, 2012 at 8:04 pm[It just so happens that now this post follows “Let’s Talk About Poop,” giving “Little Black Submarines” a certain nuance.]
whoorl
November 12, 2012 at 8:53 pmHAHAAAAAA
Lisa @ Lisa the Vegetarian
November 13, 2012 at 8:19 amThat is VERY cool. I love that your kids know bands like these and can sing along to the words.