When it comes to pop culture, conversations between the Manchild (15) and I are NOT the most easy flowing. Very rarely do I know who he is talking about. I will attest that it is mostly my fault, I really don’t pay that much (ok any) attention to the current music world.
When I hear Miley Cyrus, I still think of her as Hannah Montana. Luckily, he only mentions her as someone he seriously dislikes, so I don’t have to listen to her. Then there is Dub Step, the Dougie and finger tutting (finger dancing in the dark while wearing gloves with LED lights)
I can’t blame him though, much to my wife’s chagrin, I can never tell the difference between Pearl Jam or Nirvana.
However, there are 2 things Manchild and I do enjoy together, the Walking Dead, and 80’s Music!
Anyone who listens to my iPod will notice that I never really left the 80s in my musical taste. This means that since the day he was born, this kid has listened to my music any time he is in the car. Now I remember riding with my Dad and dreading an Elvis song coming on the radio. Manchild, though, genuinely seems to like my music.
OK, I can hear some of you thinking, “How do you know? Maybe he is just humoring you?”
Well, sometimes I think that as well, but then, an evening like Sunday happens.
This was a weekend he was up with Michelle and me. On Sunday evening, I take him home to his mom’s house. It’s about a 40 minute drive without traffic. This time traffic was bad, so it was closer to an hour. While we were driving we were listening to Jack FM. It usually plays songs we both like.
We were traveling down the road when Safety Dance (Men Without Hats) came on. There we were, singing, loudly, the only lyrics we knew “S S A A F F E E T T Y Y Safety Dance”. Now he has a voice, I don’t, so there was no harmony, but it was loud and fun!
Soon after, the ultimate equalizer, Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody came on. On this we knew all the words! (Galileo! ) And sang them we did! More importantly, at the appropriate time (For Me For MEEEEE!!) We reenacted the iconic scene from Waynes World and head banged our way down the road. No prior planning, no knowing looks or even a “Ready? Go!” No synchronized swim team coulda been more in unison.
But we weren’t done yet. 2 minutes from his Mom’s, Phil Collins, In the Air Tonight came on, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was bummed. Why? Because we were too close to his home to be able to air drum the classic drum solo of the song. He was bummed that is until I skipped his turn.
He turned and asked “Where are we going?” “No one ends a trip with this song until after the drums!” And yep, big smile and we hit it perfectly again!
You know, Michelle and I make it as comfy for him as possible when he is up. He will spend hours in his portable mancave playing his computer, and then come out and chat for a bit, then disappear again. But, there are other times, like I’ve told here, when he and I are on the exact same page. When that happens, it is all kinds of fun.
But, I still will never know how to Dub Step, or remember who Kurt Cobain sang for….