Friday, May 4, 2007

Another One Busts the Dust


Hunter has always been interested in all types of music, which has been nice because it has meant that we don't have to play children's music all the time when we're driving but instead listen to it intermittently on long trips and only occasionally when driving in the city. A couple of weeks ago, Jason borrowed a Queen CD from the library and now Hunter is completely addicted. Every time we get in the car he wants to listen to "another one busts the dust" (it doesn't matter how many times we tell him it's bites the dust, it's bust the dust to him), or "that crazy frog song" (translation - We are the Champions), or "that loud one" (translation - We Will Rock You). I knew it was true love when I offered to put in Philadelphia Chickens (best children's CD ever and Hunter's old standby) and he turned it down in favour of more Queen, more, more, more. And while it might be driving Jason crazy (and filling him with regret that he ever took that particular CD out from the library), I don't mind obsessive CD listening in the least because I have the exact same pathology. When I buy a new CD I usually listen to it for about two weeks straight (at least) then put it away for a long, long time. Doing that means that most CDs (and certain songs on the CDs that got even more play) transport me to other places and times because that's the comforting song I played 42 thousand times when my brother died ("let it be"), or that's the song I was singing along to when I got in the stupidest car accident ever ("punk rock girl"), or that I used to wake up to every morning when I was 16 ("a day in the life" - damn that rooster crowing), or that we listened to on that awesome road trip to Edmonton (Violent Femmes - self-titled), or that we listened to on that first drive to, and for quite a while when, we moved to Banff ("killing in the name of"). Sometimes when I listen to Sgt. Pepper's, I am momentarily transported back to my teenage room and can even vividly recollect the smell of those horrendous herbal cigarettes I purchased for some reason I can't remember. No, I don't mind Hunter's addiction to Queen at all, because I know that every time I hear "Fat Bottomed Girls", "Queen Bee", or any of the other songs on Classic Queen I will vividly remember these moments too.

6 comments:

PatC said...

and the man at the back
said everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz........ACDC

on and on we seem to go
that you don't know what you've got til it's gone
a paved paradise, put up a parking lot.......;)

Gotta have a prairie ref

W. said...

Awesome. I am making you some mixed tapes when I come home this summer. Only two months to go!

Iris said...

Lately the local radio station has been playing Nick Gilder's Roxy Roller a LOT. Then the other night, my son tells me that his friend's uncle played bass on that record...and that he is moving to our little town (700 people).... I remember that song when I was in about grade 7 listening to CKCK radio from Regina!

Cammy said...

Woo hoo mixed tapes - I was thinking of doing a whole blog entry about them (Jason has a real gift for creating them). I love them.

Anonymous said...

I feel guilty as I never put in comments, yet I love reading your blog. What a grand idea and both Hunter and Julia are growing like weeds! Good luck with the yoga; I really like it as well adn try to do it at least 3 times a week, although sometimes not that motivated. Keep those pics/comments coming.

Julie (your aunt)!

Cammy said...

Hi Julie

You should start one yourself with all those exotic vacations you've been taking. I hear there should be tonnes of pictures.