guilty pleasure monday: choo choo boogaloo (buckwheat zydeco)
it’s official: i have lost my mind.
and what better day to lose your mind than guilty pleasure monday!
when i first became a parent, i swore up and down that my children would listen to all sorts of music. never would they listen to music that was dumbed-down for children: i wanted my kids to hear the straight dope. why, i even agonized over julian’s first mix CD before he was born. the kids are reared on the classics: the beatles, bruce springsteen, the clash, and that sort of ilk.
when you have a baby, you get all sorts of presents, and some of them are CDs. at least, some of mine were. and i don’t know whether it was hormones or something else, but i actually grew to love some of the music i heard. for example, one compilation, the planet sleeps, has a song i think is absolutely haunting, Chi Mi Na Morbheanna, by canadian band the rankin family. another compilation featured a song i will always love, good night by the roches.
but probably my favorite song from all of these compilations — and i have a few — is choo choo boogaloo. when i hear my kids sing:well, it’s one for the money two for the show. the name of this music is zy-de-co. three for the singing, four for the dance. put on your dancin’ pants!
i simply crack up. the kids have always loved to dance to this one, and it offers both a geography lesson (from lafayette to new orleans we sing!) as well as a genre lesson (the name of this music is zydeco!).
i picture myself at 90, hearing this song and tapping the ground with my toes. or perhaps my walker. we’ll see.
so yes. i like some music that’s really meant for kids. which must mean that i am inherently a kid.
a really big kid.