So, instead, I sing songs that I like. Tonight's musical selections included the usual: "In My Life" by The Beatles, "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding (which has the unfortunately depressing lyric of "I've got nothing to live for, and nothing's going to come my way"--once she gets a little more cognizant, I might start skipping that part), and "Change is Going to Come" (the Sam Cooke version, of course).
Music's been on my mind lately. I've been listening to the new Kanye CD My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy on loop in the car, and I know this is not appropriate. The lyrics are explicit, and I'm going to have to stop soon. I know she's only two months old, so I'm probably not doing irreparable damage yet, but she'll understand words soon.
Another thing I've noticed is that when I drop her off at daycare, when there aren't a lot of kids in the room yet, the teacher is sometimes listening to the pop station on the radio. Now, I get it; if I were in a room filled with infants all day, a little adult music would be a welcome background noise. (They also listen to several kids' albums). And it's the radio, so anything "bad" would be edited out. But really, does it matter if the girl in "Make it Rain" is saying "You wanna see some (silence), I wanna see some cash." The soul-crushing misogyny seems to remain in tact. Seriously, just watching this makes me sick to my stomach:
That's right ladies--setting back the women's movement one chorus at a time.
Now if you'll excuse me, my daughter just woke up, and I think I'm going to go sing "Jane Says" to get her to sleep.