• Music,  Parenting

    When your reggae-loving husband is a stay-at-home dad

    Corey was trying to explain to me his current domestic rut. “You know that song, ‘Smoke Two Joints’? ‘I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night . . .’” Concerned I wouldn’t recognize the song in spite of the fact that his musical selections have created the soundtrack to our lives for the past 22 years, he added, “It’s on the Mallrats soundtrack.” I smiled. “I know the song.” “‘I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more.’” He paused. “He smokes a lot of joints in that song. Anyway, that’s how I feel about my Groundhog Day existence…

  • Music,  Parenting

    I get it, Annie.

    Yesterday I dusted off the Footloose soundtrack. After an ‘80s flashback afternoon, I drove home from work with “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” cranked up and on repeat. The summer I was 11 years old I made up a cheerleading/dance routine to that song on my Dad’s front lawn. I put my older sister’s stereo speakers on the windowsill facing outwards and blasted Denise Williams over and over. (The neighbors recall that summer fondly, I’m sure.) I’ve always known the lyrics, but yesterday I listened to them with an adult’s perspective. When I was 11 I didn’t really get that the song was about a guy who’s so talented…