Thank you NPR for playing a little snippet of that old Weezer song. It got “du-dut-du-dut-du-daah-daah” out of my head. What is “du-dut-du-dut-du-daah-daah”? Y’all are asking. Ever seen the old Wizard of Oz movie that was on TV every year when I was a kid back in the 60s? You know the one. It had Judy Garland in it as Dorothy and it went from black-and-white to color partway through. Except I think the first few times I watched it, we only had a black-and-white TV down there in the little white house on Superior Street. Anyway, think about old witches chasing people. Er, like I used to do when I had little kids. Zee veeeetch ov Reeeeetsema Voooooods. Weezer? The sweater song brought back memories of driving to Yooperland in the POC with teenagers reading/sleeping/lounging in the middle and back seats and the Weezer CD with the sweater song playing on the CD player on some kind of loop. Or so it seemed. That CD actually seemed to play on the POC’s horrible CD player. Most CDs would skip skip skip wuwuwuwuwuwu skip skip skip. My guilty little secret? I *like* Weezer. And a lot of the kids’ other music too. When I was a kid, it seemed like all the adults hated “our” music. The Commander and Grandroobly weren’t terribly draconian about music and I had some Jimi Hendrix and Cream and whatever but I don’t think they liked it very well and there must’ve been enough arguments that I swore I would never argue about music with my as yet unborn children. I say “unborn” because they were actually *not* un-thought-of. I always wanted to have children. Even when I was a young child myself. I kept to that promise to myself and I was lucky enough to marry someone relatively compatible and have children without any difficulties and I didn’t argue about music with my kids when they got to be old enough to develop their own tastes. I didn’t have to. I liked most of their music anyway. There were times when I would negotiate not listening to Ani again because she got a *lot* of air-time around here. I think people complied with that because I *didn’t* argue about music. I have eclectic taste in music. Classical, Celtic, rock, jazz, folk, African, and some country. And more… I just don’t like music to be so loud that I can’t hear other people talk or be able to think my own thoughts or whatever. Well, usually. There are moments in life when the music has to get cranked up so we can all dance! Maybe we all I need to make more of those moments.

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