A Letter to my Wonderful Daughter
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Celest, My Beautiful Girl,
Hello, my dear. As I watch you grow, one of the things I am definitely proud of is how affected by music you are. Sure, any kid will have a response to music-- it's why kids' shows have so much singing and dancing. But I love your reaction to rock music. You declared a month ago, with absolutely no leading, "I love rock n' roll!" Whenever we turn off music you demand that we turn it back on. You do the air drums to snare-heavy songs, for god's sakes. You sing along to Beck and The White Stripes. You were singing along before we even bought the albums.
I can't wait for you to get older. I'll embrace your individuality and let you listen to music I don't even like... provided it's not inappropriate for your age.
With that said, you will never, ever get access to the car radio. Ever. I don't care how uncool my music is. If you're in my car, you listen to my music. I'm not going to be one of those idiot parents who let their idiot kids listen to their idiot music in the car just because their kids complain when they don't control everything. Fuck that. Also, if I let you borrow the car, when I get back in it, it better have my station on, my CD in the player, and my equalizers where I left them, or so help me God. In fact, that goes for all stereos in the house. If my equalizers have been touched, you're dead. I mean it.
--With all the love in the world,
Dad.
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with love from CRS @ 9:16 PM
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Celest, My Beautiful Girl,
Hello, my dear. As I watch you grow, one of the things I am definitely proud of is how affected by music you are. Sure, any kid will have a response to music-- it's why kids' shows have so much singing and dancing. But I love your reaction to rock music. You declared a month ago, with absolutely no leading, "I love rock n' roll!" Whenever we turn off music you demand that we turn it back on. You do the air drums to snare-heavy songs, for god's sakes. You sing along to Beck and The White Stripes. You were singing along before we even bought the albums.
I can't wait for you to get older. I'll embrace your individuality and let you listen to music I don't even like... provided it's not inappropriate for your age.
With that said, you will never, ever get access to the car radio. Ever. I don't care how uncool my music is. If you're in my car, you listen to my music. I'm not going to be one of those idiot parents who let their idiot kids listen to their idiot music in the car just because their kids complain when they don't control everything. Fuck that. Also, if I let you borrow the car, when I get back in it, it better have my station on, my CD in the player, and my equalizers where I left them, or so help me God. In fact, that goes for all stereos in the house. If my equalizers have been touched, you're dead. I mean it.
--With all the love in the world,
Dad.
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