There’s never really been a deep roster of “children’s music” around our house. When the boys were younger we jammed Pavarotti and the Beatles as they danced around.
I remember Zacharie lip synching Nessun Dorma in his room, bowing at the applause and laughing along with Pavarotti in the performance. He’d also love to march around to Yellow Submarine (any Ringo sung Beatles song is suitably silly for kids).
Now, it’s AC/DC.
I don’t know how it happened. Zacharie has learned to love dance music, writing his own songs in Garage Band. His favorite artist is Trevor Guthrie, and the thinks the mix show DJ at our sister radio station is the coolest.
But Charlie loves AC/DC.
When I go for runs with Team Diabetes, I load up my playlist with music from the area. My Edinburgh marathon was Proclaimers and Simple Minds. My Iceland one had a soundtrack of Sugarcubes and Gus Gus. My Australia run last summer had INXS, Midnight Oil, and AC/DC in my ear buds.
And the music is still sitting in my iTunes library. Charlie has discovered it, specifically TNT.
I don’t know if it’s the wicked guitar lick, the driving beat, or that it’s a song about TNT (something he sees a lot of playing Minecraft), but he loves it.
He syncs the iPad to external speakers and blasts it. Over and over and over again. It’s earwormed into my wife and I’s head.
I love that my kids love music.
I love that their discoveries aren’t limited to what’s in popular culture and they’re blazing their own paths. And while I’d appreciate the speakers being turned down just a bit, I don’t wish for a bit to relive an Octopus’ Garden in the sea.