On early-childhood mothering and its influence in musical and literary taste, OR my new favorite song
I have a new car that came with a free trial of XM. There are 200+ stations, yet somehow I managed to end up listening to this song. As if that weren’t a sad enough state of affairs, I am now blogging about it after searching for the music and lyrics online. While listening to it, I laugh until I squeak and leak and also think of Jenny, who introduced me to Trout Fishing in America.
I hate to ruin the nail-biting anticipation by giving away the title of my new favorite song, but otherwise you won’t know which song to listen to. The song is “There’s A Carp In The Tub” by Robbie Schaefer. I recognize his voice and suspect he might sing a song about the ocean or perhaps another fish in a video I’ve seen on Noggin. (insert eye-rolling smiley here).
Tub carps in my world
shelter me from the horror
of The Cheetah Girls
On another note, I also heard a song on the same station by Devo. (Watch that video and explain to me how I ever thought they were completely cool.) Yes, Devo of “Are we not men? We are Devo!” and “Step on a crack, break your mama’s back.” On a kids’ station. Further research reveals that Devo has, appropriately enough, devolved into Devo 2.0, a group of kids under the kudzu that is Disney.
The board book version (but for some reason, not the full version) of Go, Dog. Go! by P.D. Eastman includes the line (surprisingly enough) “Go, dogs. Go! It’s not too late!” Of course you know just how I am compelled to finish that page: “…to whip it! Whip it good!” (Oh, that Alan!)
