I admit it. I subject my kids to my “oldies”. Just as I listened to my mother’s 8 tracks and developed an appreciation for Linda Ronstadt, my children are developing an appreciation of my playlists… Madonna… and Michael Jackson…. and MC Hammer… and Devo.
As a child I sang along with songs like “You’re No Good”, “That’ll Be the Day”, and “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” (by Elton John and Kiki Dee)… Today, my kids are boppin’ along in the car to tunes such as “Whip It” and “You Can’t Touch This”. They also sing Veggie Tales and Cedarmont Kids songs, so they are not completely poisoned. I hope.
Anywho… as we blow our way through a fortune in gasoline, we fill our errand time in the car with music. What do the ears of my spawn hear in these classics of “my day”?
Apparently, Maddonna dreams of bagels. While the lyrics of “La Isla Bonita” might lead one to believe she dreamt of San Pedro, she IN FACT dreamt of a bagel… you know, that chewy bakery good that tastes best with cream cheese… “Last night I dreamt of a ba-a-gel.”
And it seems that Michael Jackson is not really singing about… well…. OK, I don’t know what he’s singing either. However, I am fairly certain he is not singing about eating hot dogs… BUT, forevermore, in the household of Ingram, the chorus of “Don’t Stop “til You Get Enough” will be sung, “Keep on. Eat a hot dog. Don’t stop ’til you get enough…” If this song WAS about consuming endless amounts of hot dogs, this might have been dedicated to Takeru Kobayashi.
Admit it, you’re starving that child. ;)