Music Soothes the Savage

I'm listening to Michael Buble right now.

There was a time when I wouldn't have anything to do with this type of music.

I find though that as I grow older my tastes in music expands, and I'm able to embrace many more different types of music, even music that others might deem "uncool" (not that Michael Buble is uncool, he's actually pretty cool, but he wouldn't have done well in the 70's when i was a teenager.)

Now, I've always liked "uncool" music. The kind that kids wouldn't admit to liking, but as a grandmother I can now listen to it without apology.

So on my computer I have Andy Williams, I have the Osmonds. I have Maroon 5, Matchbox 20, Judy Garland, Doris Day, Rosemary Clooney, the Jackson 5, Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, Michael Bolton, Carole King and Carly Simon, the Carpenters and Barry Manilow, the Calling, MercyMe, Point of Grace, Shedaisy and Rascall Flatts and Carolyn Dawn Johnson and Taylor Swift and...

I've even found myself enjoying a little (my fingers are very close together there) opera. Yep, even opera.

I'm able to embrace a lot of different types of music - well, except for rap, polka and heavy metal, I still don't get that stuff.

I'm able to talk with my kids about music. I may not know the latest thing going on since I tend to listen more to the country music station or the station that plays everything, but I'm open to new things. My son knew I would like Rob Thomas and he was right and I'm often surprised at how much they know of the music I grew up with (although my 17 year old doesn't understand ABBA).

It was different for my parents. They were teenagers before rock n' roll hit and although my mother didn't mind the new music she never quite grew to love it as I did. My father was completely into Russian symphony, however I did get my liking for Andy Williams (which I denied later) because of the records that all self-respecting parents of the 60's had at that time. Grown up music. Andy Williams, Bing Crosby, Perry Como and Lena Horne. Music I escaped because it wasn't cool.

Now I can enjoy it again (although I'll never like the Lawrence Welk show). But I can listen to that and Lifehouse and whatever else I wanted.

It's nice not to care anymore about being cool. Especially since I never was.

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Let The Kid Do It and don't shoot me. At least not hard.

And right now Michael Buble is singing my favorite Elvis Song, "Can't Help Falling In Love."