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.
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.