On Sunday, Taylor took me over to visit with his father’s family a few towns over.
Taylor’s father has been blessed with the task of raising two of his grandchildren, a pair of sweet, round-faced girls who are friendly and outgoing and love Taylor to pieces. They’re about eleven and thirteen, and Very Much Adults.
As the barbecue got into full-swing, I found myself next to the thirteen year old as she listened to her IPod.
Me: “Whatcha listening to?”
Her: “Skillet. Wanna hear?”
She offered me an earbud and we shared for a few minutes. The song was kind of a faux-punk thing with lyrics about dying and pain and a beat you could really dance to.
Her: “My friend and I listen to this, and there’s a part where he goes ‘MOOONSTEEER’ but when he does it, he does it in a monster voice, so now my friend and I, her name is Ashley, now my friend and I all the time we’re like ‘MOOOONSTEEEER’ when we see each other. It’s so funny.”
Me: “Neat song! I like the chorus.”
Her: “Yeah? You like it?”
Me: “Sure! It’s pretty good. It kind of reminds me of Everclear.”
She looked at me blankly.
Her: “Uh. I don’t know them.”
Me: “Sure you do. They do…uh…they do, ‘I will buy you a garden, where your flowers can grow!'”
Her: “No, I don’t know it.”
Me: “How about the AM Radio one? ‘AM Radioooo, AM Radioh-oh! You could hear the music on the AM Radioooo!'”
Her: “Nooo. I don’t know who they are.”
Me: “Father Of Mine? Like, ‘Father of mine, tell me where have you been, oh I just closed my eyes…’ No? How about, ‘Everything is wonderful nooow…na na nana na na naaaa!'”
Her: “Oh, wait, I think I heard that once. That’s like, an oldie, right? From the 90’s?”
And then I fell over and broke my hip and died.