89 Cents
Last night me and the kid (age 9) sat in our apartment and listened to the radio. Normally I control this activity, believing that I can positively influence her young mind by pumping it full of Little Steven's Underground Garage or any number of online stations featuring essential music from the last 50 years. But I had a dad moment and realized after a short while that she has her favorite station in her mother's car, one that plays current pop hits, so I switched Sirius over to the pop format she has been enthusiastically engaged with lately. I remember being a kid in the early 70s and poring over the Top 30 charts that you could get mailed to you by calling the AM station. I was fanatical and I'm sure my parents were annoyed with my over-the-top music mania. I had an AM radio that my father brought back from Thailand during the war, with an earplug that never came out of my head. And like my daughter now, I demanded dominion over the car radio. I sang along to every s...
