Posse on Broadway

  Since my creative muse has decided to embark on an unscheduled vacation, I must take measures into my own typing. That muse, what a picky, fickle temperamental slice to the makeup of my dynamics. I'm becoming rather irritated with my muse right now. If I find out she's basking in some exotic beach soaking up some sun or something ....^*&%(^)*...... I've decided to write her up, no pay and all benefits placed on administrative probation. Obviously EL Musey, didn't bother to notice it was vote week, the traitor.

       Since I'm left on my own, I am forced to ruminate off the material that's placed in my lap during day to day mundane. The best I can come up with right now, thats been floating around in my mind this evening is MUSIC.

       This has been on my mind for two distinct reasons.

For one, there has been an evil Lord of Barry Manilow stalking my pages. Now, usually I'm rather eclectic in my personal music tastes..........for example~

I have music from one end of the music sheets to the other. Pulling up my Media Player here on the laptop I see a broad range of music, from Alanis Morissette at the top <great for those times a female is irritated with the male species type music> to David Lanz <my muse claims this one> onward to Disturbed <angry music> down to Eminem < who knows moods> and even father down we have things like Fiona Apple, Kate Bush, John Mayer, Lifehouse, Colors, Marilyn Manson, Seanachie,Sir Mix Alot, Tori Amos, U2, and the list could go on and on and on  <NOTICE there is no Vegas Nights Barry Manilow on there, I'm not a member of his fan club like some people>

       The second reason music has been on my mind is because of my 13 year old teenie bopper. It seems, that along with the numerous other changes this morphing human is going through, music has become her most important accessory.

       I have always loved music, a connection, an inspiration, a feeling or emotion can be found with simple notes.  In my humble opinion, some of the most glorious poets are musicians/songwriters. A single song cantransport me to a place or a time, sometimes a good memory, sometimes a sad memory, and sometimes just a feeling that I cannot assign at all. Usually at my office, I'm packing my IPOD around being anti-social, enjoying my own little world without the distraction of office chatter.

       My daughters have always been subjected to my music, always on at the house, always ready for an impromptu dance from any of us. So it comes as no surprise that they are just as needy about their music as I am.

       Except, now, I feel like I'm being kicked off my Queen of the home stereo system, Dictator of the car stereo music and first choice music pedestal. Specifically the 13 going on 18 year old. She and I, are coming to a real live throw down about this entire music concept. We come home and she has gotten in the habit of rushing to the stereo and putting in her music. We get in the car and before I have the ignition turned on, she's flipped the radio station or slid in one of her CD's.

       Mutiny I tell ya, and I'd place money that she's paid off her little sister to swear allegiance to her music choices over mine from here on out. They, little woman, are ganging up on me and my obviously good music choices. No worries, I can take 'em.....

       Tonight I tried something. I was wicked. Driving along to a school dance, Shelby had already beat me to the music and I had a thought.

        A twisted little notion of fun actually. I turned the music, completely off. The silence was deafening, I smiled and looked at both wide eyed daughters with the slightly quivering lower lips and said, "So darlins, how was your day?"

       In unison, they whipped out a flippant "It was good Mom," And the 13 year old squeaked a horrified, "Mom, you just turned off my favorite song!"

       I smiled again, and said, "Oh, I didn't realize that Shelby, but how about we talk for a little bit instead of listening to music tonight" Add another wicked smile~~

       It was fun. I also realized playing that little trick elevated me to status of a clueless parent, because I should have realized how devastatingly important listening to that song was at that exact moment.

       Essentially, tonight, I became my dad, because he used to do that to me ALL the time when I was a teen. Being a parent can be loads of fun, you just have to pay attention to the little opportunities that present themselves.

       That should teach them to dominate the music choices!!!

But I did hear that Colin Firth has excellent music choices and appreciates a good stomp......