And That's When I Realized That I've Totally Failed As A Parent

We have 5 FM stations programmed on the radio in the car.  The first is the Top 40 Pop Parent Torture Station.  After that, there's a local college radio station, a classic rock station out of Seattle, an oldies station and then one that's kind of an alternative top 40, I guess is the best way to describe it.  We flip through the stations in the car and I occasionally will explain who this band is or why that band is significant in music history or what iconic song the latest anorexic over-synthesized blond girl is sampling all the way to the top. 

Like today, when we hopped in the car and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was on and we got to talking about the Beatles (again, mawm, seriously? *eye roll*) and then about how the albums that came out when I was young actually told stories, rather than just being a bunch of tracks slapped together.  We talked about the Sgt. Pepper's movie and then moved onto The Wall and then how War of the Worlds went from radio to album to movie, then how I Robot went from book to album to movie, and so on.

I can talk music awwwwl night long.

On the way home, the new Black Eyed Peas song was on the Station of Doom and one of the boys said, "Mom, this is the new Black Eyed Peas song!" and I said Mmmm Hmmm.  They said, "Oh. Emm. Gee. I loooove this song" and I said, "Yeah, I kinda like it too. *sigh of resignation*   When it was over, I flipped to that Seattle classic rock station, which is beautiful in its complete, undying devotion to all things grunge still, after all these years.  Pearl Jam came on the radio; Evenflow, from their first album, and I turned it up a little.  One of the boys asked who it was and I said, "Um, Pearl Jam, duh"  and they paused for a minute, then asked,

"Mom, who's Pearl Jam?"