We Nielson's are music freaks. We love all kinds of music; classical, pop, jazz, latin, broadway, and even country sometimes. I get a huge kick out of sharing my musical tastes with my kids. It was I who first introduced them to classic rock. Now everyone of them can sing songs from Yes, Queen, Led Zepplin, Journey, Styx and even a little Metallica.
You should see Joseph dancing to Mr. Roboto. He's got it down! All my girls sing all the verses to "Bohemian Rhapsody" and even Samuel sings songs in the car with his Mom. Matthew is still partial to Rihanna's "Please Don't Stop the Music ". I don't have him quite converted to classic rock yet, but that's okay. He's got music in his soul.
Lately I've been a little disturbed, I must admit. Sarah, my 15 year old, has been rocking out to songs like "Welcome to the Jungle", and "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. We were driving to her cello lesson together one fine afternoon and an AC/DC song started blasting on the radio. I looked over and saw my beautiful daughter's eyes grow wide and witnessed her immediately start to belt at the top of her lungs, "Thunder!!!! Thunder!!!!"
"Sarah please, can we pick something a little better than that song?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied not too disturbed. "Don't you like that song?"
"Not really," I admitted.
She changed the radio station and we drove on a little further.
"Why don't you like AC/DC, Dad?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, you mean why don't I like the Anti-Christ/Devil's Children group? Is that the group you're talking about?"
"Daaaad! Are you serious?"
"You mean the group that sings about going down straight to hell with no stop signs or speed limits? That group?" I asked with complete sincerity.
"Daaad, stop it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry my dear one. Certainly you could not have meant that you like to listen to Satan's little helpers, now could you? I'm certain you are not referring to the group whose concerts were enthusiastically attended all those black robed, hooded individuals passing out unholy literature designed to attract foolish youngsters like yourself into profane rituals and unadulterated devil worship."
"Oh my Gosh! Daaad!" she exclaimed with eyes a' rolling.
"I'm sure I must have been mistaken, that you, of all people, would choose to listen to individuals who sole desire is to hurl your mortal soul down to the infernal pit of encircling flames. Not you my precious firstborn. Not you, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones! Of course, you would never in a million years choose to affiliate yourself with servants of "He, who must not be named." I don't know.... Could I mean, Satan?
"Oh brother, Dad! OK. I get it. I get it. I shouldn't be listening to a bunch of devil worshipers. I'm really not interested in hell or the devil anyway. I just like their songs. Okay?"
"Oh. I understand. I'm not too awfully concerned. I've always known that you will always choose to follow the light, my sweet daughter."
"Ya. Whatever, Dad. I get it. By the way, did you ever listen to that song by Billy Idol back in the 80s called "Flesh for Fantasy"?
Ugh! I think I just got ill.
You should see Joseph dancing to Mr. Roboto. He's got it down! All my girls sing all the verses to "Bohemian Rhapsody" and even Samuel sings songs in the car with his Mom. Matthew is still partial to Rihanna's "Please Don't Stop the Music ". I don't have him quite converted to classic rock yet, but that's okay. He's got music in his soul.
Lately I've been a little disturbed, I must admit. Sarah, my 15 year old, has been rocking out to songs like "Welcome to the Jungle", and "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. We were driving to her cello lesson together one fine afternoon and an AC/DC song started blasting on the radio. I looked over and saw my beautiful daughter's eyes grow wide and witnessed her immediately start to belt at the top of her lungs, "Thunder!!!! Thunder!!!!"
"Sarah please, can we pick something a little better than that song?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied not too disturbed. "Don't you like that song?"
"Not really," I admitted.
She changed the radio station and we drove on a little further.
"Why don't you like AC/DC, Dad?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, you mean why don't I like the Anti-Christ/Devil's Children group? Is that the group you're talking about?"
"Daaaad! Are you serious?"
"You mean the group that sings about going down straight to hell with no stop signs or speed limits? That group?" I asked with complete sincerity.
"Daaad, stop it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry my dear one. Certainly you could not have meant that you like to listen to Satan's little helpers, now could you? I'm certain you are not referring to the group whose concerts were enthusiastically attended all those black robed, hooded individuals passing out unholy literature designed to attract foolish youngsters like yourself into profane rituals and unadulterated devil worship."
"Oh my Gosh! Daaad!" she exclaimed with eyes a' rolling.
"I'm sure I must have been mistaken, that you, of all people, would choose to listen to individuals who sole desire is to hurl your mortal soul down to the infernal pit of encircling flames. Not you my precious firstborn. Not you, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones! Of course, you would never in a million years choose to affiliate yourself with servants of "He, who must not be named." I don't know.... Could I mean, Satan?
"Oh brother, Dad! OK. I get it. I get it. I shouldn't be listening to a bunch of devil worshipers. I'm really not interested in hell or the devil anyway. I just like their songs. Okay?"
"Oh. I understand. I'm not too awfully concerned. I've always known that you will always choose to follow the light, my sweet daughter."
"Ya. Whatever, Dad. I get it. By the way, did you ever listen to that song by Billy Idol back in the 80s called "Flesh for Fantasy"?
Ugh! I think I just got ill.
