Today, my beautiful, eight-year-old-going-on-twenty daughter came to ask me to put some “different” music on our home music server.
She prefaced this conversation by saying that she would play the Beatles or Herbie Hancock or Frank Zappa for her friends and they just weren’t “digging it” (her words).
So she asked if I could get some Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, or Katy Perry.
I, of course, launched into a diatribe about mediocrity, and how I didn’t really care about what she listens to, and vapid American culture, and the awful effects of marketing on kids and adults alike….etc. It was heartfelt, if overbearing.
So after twenty minutes of this, she finally interrupts me.
“Dad, I understand the difference between doing something for money and doing something because you care about it.”