My Mom & Dad’s Record Collection

NPR has been doing a series where people talk about records/songs that remind them of their parents called Mom & Dad’s Record Collection. Ever since I first heard the series, I’ve been thinking of what songs remind me of my mom and dad.

If anyone out there has met my parents, you/they will understand when I say that my parents are interesting. Their music choices are no different. My dad loves hip-hop and rock.  My mom loves music of almost any variety.

As child, I remember there was always some type of music playing.  My mom would be music blaring whenever we cleaned the house to hear it over the vacuum/dishwasher/washing machine.  My dad always had control of the music in the vehicles (much to my disgust as a teenager).

For my mom, I have two songs:

1. Michelle by The Beatles — My middle name is Michelle.  Whenever I was sick, my mom would stroke my hair and sing ‘Michelle’ from the album Rubber Soul.  As a teenager, she would do the same thing when I came home in tears due to some teenage drama.  Listening to it know now always makes me smile.  

2. Night Moves by Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band — My mom would sing this while dancing around the house on cleaning day.  She always played it before we had parties at the house.  Yes, I am warped. 🙂 

For my dad, I have only one song:

1. Opposites Attract by Paula Abdul — My dad had a crush on Paula Abdul when she first came out.  Whenever we rode in his truck, this cassette was playing.  It was either this, Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot, or It’s Tricky by Run DMC. Mom would get in the truck and frown at him while my dad, my brother, and I “sang” Opposites Attract.  It was always hilarious and ended with us all laughing.  

Ignore the Jabba

For the past few weeks, I have felt like Jabba the Hut.  I feel sluggish and like every word that comes out of my mouth is wrong (or at least cruel).  Being the Hut mobster type, I doubt Jabba knew that he was called the Bloated One and that is exactly how I feel.  No, not bloated.  Out of the loop, out of touch, and cruel.

I can’t figure out what is the issue.  It could be that my late twenties are slowly coming to a close.  It could be that I’m starting to realize that I will never have the body of a 23-year-old mistresses again.  It could be that I miss my friends in my hometown.  I could be exhausted. It could be a million things …

So, for the moment, ignore the grumpy jabba (unless you know a great place that selling LBDs or giving mani/pedis) and enjoy this song from The Detroit Cobras.