Listening to Christopher Cross's Ride Like The Wind in the car the other day with Sam (furthering his extensive, unfiltered musical education), I was faced with the following question:
"Daddy, why do all the singers want to go to Mexico?"
I had to stop and think about this for a second. I guess there must have been a few songs on recent in-car CDs featuring people going to Mexico. Maybe The Coasters - Down In Mexico. Definitely Blake Shelton - Playboys of the Western World. Possibly some others from my old Top Ten Mexico Songs.
"Well," I tried to explain, "sometimes if somebody does something really naughty in America, and the police are after them, they go to Mexico to escape. They could go to Canada, I guess... but the police in Canada are more likely to send them back to America."
Thus began Sam's new obsession.
Every song that pops up on the car radio...
Lloyd Cole.
"Daddy - where is he from?"
"England."
Fountains of Wayne.
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"America."
Elvis Costello.
"Daddy - where is he from?"
"Ah... England."
(I had to think for a second whether Declan Patrick MacManus was actually Irish. But no, even his Dad, the Secret Lemonade Drinker, hailed from Liverpool.)
Del Amitri.
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"Scotland."
The Smiths.
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"Manchestooooor."
Fleetwood Mac.
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"Erm… well... some of them are from America and some of them are from Britain."
The thing is he's retaining this information too. The young mind is a sponge.
Two fine examples of this...
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"Sweden."
"Oh. They must know First Aid Kit then."
"Daddy - where are they from?"
"London."
"Oh. Right. Just like The Real Tuesday Weld."
Is four years old too young to be entered for Ken Bruce's Popmaster?
Too young to sit him down in front of Reginald D Hunter's Songs of the Border?
ReplyDeletePossibly... unless Paw Patrol are in it.
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