It Makes My Butt Dance!
Music is the start of everything. The start of rebellion, love, friendship, everything. Music has brought me much joy over the years and much pain.
As a teenager, I was trying to find my way in music. I was introduced to the Cure, Nirvana, Depeche Mode, the Ramones, and many others. I still listened to the Chipmunks (haha, yes, I did.) and was totally in love with the soundtrack from the Phantom of the Opera (someday I want to see that!) But I didn't know what music I liked best.
Then I met punk rock.
Punk Rock made me feel very happy, it made me feel like I was part of something. There was so much diversity in punk that I knew I must fit in there. I wasn't just some silly chick from Poop-town. I thought I was a punk. I was not however as cool as some punk rock kids were, and I defiantly didn't have the cool hair! (But I do have some uber-cool cousins!)
But, did I really fit in? I, unlike most of my so-called punk friends, wanted more out of life. I wanted a family, I wanted to be sober, I wanted to be happy. They all seemed to want to do drugs, drink (as in all day all night!) play in their bands and complain about "commercial rock" but get mad because they were way better than all the crap on the radio, and screw anything that walked by.
As time has gone by, I have realized that I am very much like my music collection. I am a mish mash of genres. I am not one thing or another. I am not punk and I am certainly not country. I am a little of this and a little of that, all mixed together.
Music is still important to me, Rhayn will often tell me that she likes a certain song, her favorite song of the moment is Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I think she has pretty good taste, because I like that song, too.
Just the other day, though we were listening to classic rock while driving in the car, and Iron Man came on- she told me that it rocked and when a song rocks you have to do this, which was followed by some pretty impressive head banging, for a 4 year old strapped in a car seat. I flipped stations and a dance-y song came on, "Mom, this song makes my butt dance!" Yes, Rhayn that song makes my butt dance, too!