I'm sitting here surfing, listening to xmradio on my Directv. As you probably know, I am a BIG Sirius fan, I cannot even listen to 'regular' radio anymore. We have XM though, on our Directv channels, so when I'm in the tv room, I listen to that if the tv isn't on an actual 'tv channel', which it usually is.
And I'm listening to the Black Crowes, She Talks To Angels, which according to XM is from their greatest hits album, and I'm wondering why a group that had two hits can have a greatest hits album. How is that possible?
Since I get both (although a limited version of XM), I have to put my vote on Sirius.
If you don't have satellite radio (worth the expense) and you decide to get it, Sirius is the way to go. It's like choosing between cable television and your rabbit-eared antenna choices.
Sequeway into my music lesson for the night:
Earlier tonight, Kristin was in the tub and I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner.
I had Sirius radio on in the kitchen and when I do, it usually goes throughout most of the house. I keep the mellow/jazz/atmosphere music on, so that Kristin and the dogs remain calm. You can't really listen to techno, metal, rock or anything else energetic without sending them all into a spastic frenzy, right?
So I flipped through the channels and ended up on the 80's rock channel. Poison's Look What the Cat Dragged In came on. I am an 80's rock child.
I grew up on Bon Jovi, Whitesnake, Winger, ZZtop, Aerosmith, etc.
So anyway, I left it on Poison, which is harder music than I usually leave it on when everybody's around. I went to get Kristin out of the tub after we washed her hair and I was drying her off/combing her hair when I commented I needed to go change the music.
It just struck me that Poison was too hard rock for bedtime.
I told her to stay there and went and changed the channel to that atmosphere music. I mentioned to her, "there, isn't that music better.
"
"No, daddy." she replied. "I like the bad stuff.
" Meaning she likes the 'naughty' stuff, which she assumed was naughty because I didn't want it on.
I was torn. Half of me was saying, 'alright!
That's my girl, I like that music too, now I can jam when you're in the house', and the other half of me was lamenting that she's liking what she thinks she's not supposed to be exposed to (the naughty stuff).
I was 15 when I became the rock and roll rebel, flirting with the wrong side of the tracks, heavy metal, glam rock, and all that stuff. Now here Kristin is, letting me know it attracts her, and she's 4.
Oh, lord.
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