Saturday, November 04, 2006

Help Me I'm Melting!

You know, I used to be cool. Kinda hip anyway. With the times. My clothes were in style and I listened to the current music that was popular. It wasn't until my daughter turned about 13 that I started noticing the dreaded "generation gap" rearing it's ugly head.

Now a couple of years later, things start popping up that make me actually feel a little bit, dare I say, old-ish.

We like to listen to some of the same music. I like, for instance, Evanescence and Linkin Park. And we have raised our kids to appreciate all kinds of music; classical, jazz, the essentials like Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald etc. Much to my chagrin she has recently taken up Country music. I don't know where I went wrong. But sometimes when she has music on (and I use that term loosely) I think to myself "what is up with all that noise and screaming".

I remember when I was a teenager and I had the radio on (as usual) and my dad came by and said "this sounds like jungle music". Well obviously he just didn't get it. So now I think to myself, am I not "getting" it or has music really just gotten as crappy as it sounds. I think the later is true.

I remember the good original rap. Remember Run D.M.C? The music was actually fun. The version of "Walk this Way" with Aerosmith. Classic! Rap today, ugh. And the whole Hip-Hop thing. I would rather listen to my daughter's Country music than Hip-Hop.

I have transitioned to the lower waist band trend so I don't have the dreaded "mom" jeans. I still prefer my Birkenstocks and I hate the pointy high heeled shoes that are popular now. My wide-ish feet don't like them and my lower back doesn't want to be tweaked out of alignment. (am I sounding old-ish?)

I just don't know why the times keep changing and yet so much is the same. I remember in grade school when my mom wore a paisley skirt suit set. I thought it was the most unattractive pattern imaginable. Dare I say hideous. Wouldn't I have been surprised to learn that in my high school years I would love "fish in ecstasy" as we called it. Paisley and argyle. Thin ties and big shoulder pads. Skinny jeans and big sweaters.

It is kind of funny to see the big hair and skinny pants starting to wend it's way back into the social conscience though.

Maybe when it does I will be cool again.


  1. My music rocks. :) I don't listen to hip-hop or rap 'cause they SUCK.

  2. you turn it on in the car all the time you little liar, you!

  3. Anonymous5:04 AM

    I so understand you. I am listening to "music" with my daughter..... I like some of the stuff she likes but some of it is NOT music. She keeps telling me about groups like Bon Jovi and Nirvana...been there done that.

    I like my birkenstocks
    Oh and my daughter sometimes leave comments on my blog too!

    a very good post

  4. Anonymous7:03 AM

    I'm drawing a line... I will not wear stirrup pants or leg warmers. No. I was there the first time.

  5. That's 'cause the radio sucks. If you would let me use my iPod and my FM transmitter there would never be any hip-hop.

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  7. Just dropping by to say "HI." I like almost any type of music except for music that makes me head hurt. Like Rap for instance,lol..Take care and have a great week.

  8. I find myself saying some of the same things my parents said to me when I was a teenager. It's scary. I like all kinds of music and even some of today's stuff, but there are times when I hear myself saying, "How can you understand the words? It just sounds like screaming to me." Oh well, I guess we all have our turn at being young and now at being older, but nowadays I think I prefer being the age I am. I wouldn't want to go back and do the teenage years again. Great post. It made me laugh.

  9. It's amazing, isn't it? Things my mom used to say, that I swore I would never say, are coming out of my mouth! Yikes! I agree with "oh the joys": absolutely NO stirrups! The "bangs to heaven" never really went out here in Utah, did it? The "Utah claw" is still alive and well with a lot of people!

  10. Ever since I used "sperm shaped pattern found on ties" to describe "paisley" in a game of taboo, no one can use the word without sending Chris, Missy and Sharree into fits of giggles.

    What?? We always called them that!

    And, in my younger years, I swore I would never listen to country music, but more and more, I do. I really like it. Poor Davy!

  11. My ex-wife liked country music!

    Speaking of shoving CDs into gobs! LOL

  12. Yes...and so do millions of other people in the world.

    And she has been your ex for how many years? And you STILL won't give country a chance.

    The statement should be..."My wife really likes country music, so I'll try it out." Not, "my ex liked it so I'll never listen to it again." Who cares what she likes and what does that have to do with anything. I'll bet she liked pizza too, and you still eat that.


  13. I'd be shocked if I'm ever "cool" again. But gosh darn it, if I DO fit into those non-mom jeans, I'll buy a closet full. ;)

  14. Anonymous12:48 PM

    My gosh, my son is just a little shaver, but we waited a long time to have him. By the time he's old enough to listen to whatever stuff ends up on the radio, I will be SO out of touch!

    As for the 80's look coming back, it's about time - now I'll have an excuse for my big hair.

  15. I know what you mean. I can totally relate to the loud music thing. Last week I went with some friends to celebrate a birthday at a dance club. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. It wasn't even 10pm yet!

  16. I couldn't have said it better myself. Now that my kids are teens, I see how uncool I really am.

    Just here via the CHBM prompt!

  17. What a horrible catch 22! Becoming a mom, I felt I was getting old. So I latched on to the music and clothes that made me 'hip.' But now my daughter is learning some not-so-three-year-old things from mom. So paisley and argyle here I come!


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