Remember listening to Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer"?
I was singing it today and started thinking to myself, "I wasn't allowed to listen to this song. Why do I know all of the words? Not to mention, all of the other words to all of the other songs on that entire album. I must not have been near as perfect a child as I remember. And there are others. Many others! From Madonna and Cindy Lauper, to guys like Richard Marx and then the really good stuff that would have made my mama cry, like White Snake and Guns-N-Roses. I remember in junior high, wondering how any of those awkward, zit-faced boys were going to learn how to love me with the kind of passion and dreaminess that Richard Marx sang about. Man, was that ever a crock!
So today I got to thinking about music that was off limits in my house.
It brought back lots of memories of being at friends' houses and listening to forbidden tunes while dancing wildly and singing into hairbrushes. And of course our hair was teased and sprayed, and our skinny, awkward preteen selves were dressed up in mini skirts, lots of blue eyeshadow, and tons of sparkling accessories.
Amazing concerts were performed. That is, until someone's brother would bust in dying laughing and shaming us for being losers. Thus the adolescent dreams of becoming the next chick rock star were crushed in a moment. But that moment of humiliation always passed and at the next sleepover, we were once again able to "take the stage".
Anyhoo, it was fun to walk down my memory lane and listen to a few of these tunes from "back in the day". And I must say, now that I'm getting older and actually listen to the words of this stuff, it makes so much sense now why I wasn't allowed to listen to some of this crap as a kid!
But even so, it did bring a smile to my face.
Peace, Love, and all that Jazz.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Rebel Child- Exposed!!
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Wow, I was an awkward preteen. Thanks for the memories. How funny. My mom really only hated Pink Floyd and would take it away from me frequently (somehow I'd always get a new tape). I was a booger, too.
I love your stories...you should compile a book of short stories! Seriously!
Wow! That was like a movie scene or something. I never really did any of that and I wondered if it happened in real life or just movies. The closest thing I have to that is jumping from bed to bed with my brothers singing Thriller when my mom wasn't home. I was allowed to listen to pretty much anything. Which explains why I have a song for every conversation.
I wasn't allowed to be in my 2nd grade school program because we were dancing to "Thriller" and "Bad".
It does make you wonder what decisions on music we should make now. I mean "living on a prayer" is a classic now!
I hate parenting decisions.
But I love your stories and agree that was like a scene from a movie and you should make a book! :)
I'm glad for my mom's efforts. Although, I still found ways to listen to 'Pour some sugar on me' I still can't make out all the words to that song!! Probably a good thing, ya think?!
About emails. We went with myway.com after doing some research and feeling like it would be the best. One selling feature was that it doesn't advertise (no skimpy ladies dancing across). It is sort of the google of the email world, very plain Jane. He sends emails mostly to family. We have the passwords and can check it if we need to. His computer is downstairs, so it is easy for me to watch over him. We have a "no hidden computers" rule that keeps us all out in the open and on the up and up. He has really enjoyed it, but knows it is a privilege that will be taken away if there is a problem. He is not allowed to share his address with anyone until we talk it over. The internet is dangerous, do proceed with caution. :)
One interesting thing is that he rarely checks it. Having access to one sort of took the awe away. He actually thinks about email less now than before. (Kind of like with the "forbidden" music of our teen years. The very fact that it was so hidden from us made it unendingly tantalizing. Our theory is to find a way to say yes while limiting the danger.)
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