In Which History Repeats Itself

Listening to the radio in the car this morning:  Barenaked Ladies "Celebrity."  Will, who usually adores BNL, starts screeching that he "hates this music and it hurts my ears, Mommy!"  And then he says it, and my world is turned upside-down.  "I want to listen to some Justin Bieber.  RIGHT NOW!"

Whoa.  First of all, Holy Demands, Batman!  I find I say this almost every day:  "Sometimes it's not about what you want but what other people want."  Mommy wants to listen to this, so we are going to listen to this.  Second of all.....Justin Bieber?????  Bieber Fever in my car?  I think not.  I ask where he's heard Justin Bieber and he says that *I* am the one that introduced him to the music stylings of "Baby...Baby."  Oh hell no.  I'm sure he heard about it at school or something.  Because I listen primarily to classic rock and alternative, with a little bit of pop.  Very little.  That is NOT music, kid.  I report the case of Bieber Fever to my husband a little later and he says "Wow.  Is it too late to trade him in?"  :)

Flashback to the early nineties.  I grew up classic rock.  My Dad is Classic Rock all the way.  WBCN (and the occasional WAAF) Led Zeppelin, Stones, Aerosmith, Doors.  This is what I grew up on.  Not to mention J. Geils, and one of my first concerts with my Dad is ZZ Top.  I remember his chagrin when groups like Milli Vanilli and Color Me Badd were on the airwaves on WZOU.  (now JAMN 94.5...which he would hate as well.)  Bringing home posters of the New Kids.  "UGH.  That's not music, Ginny."  And now that I am an adult, I can tell you that he was right.  (except for the New Kids on the Block.  That was just catchy.  And when they played nothing but "New Kids" on my senior cruise in college, you've never seen a bunch of college girls go crazy quite like that.)

You're welcome, Dad.  I'm thrilled to let you know, that payback is a bitch.  I just wasn't expecting the payback so soon!