As I stood there, the anticipation in the room was palpable. My parents and their friends, drinks in hand, were eager for my performance. Dressed in my favorite tutu, I struck a pose—hand on hip, arm tucked against my chest. I was ready to dazzle them with my rendition of iconic songs.
I began to sing:
That's when I saw her, ooh [I hit a high note on the oh], I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn’t wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I looooove her.The room erupted in laughter and applause as I took a bow, attempting what I believed was a curtsy. My dad encouraged me to perform another song, and I dove into the haunting melody of “When Doves Cry.”
While some might think it inappropriate for adults to encourage a young child to sing Prince songs in a party setting, there was an undeniable magic in those moments. Yes, Prince’s lyrics were often provocative, but it felt empowering. I was not coerced; instead, I experienced a profound sense of connection.
Most kids my age couldn’t belt out Prince; I could. That unique ability made me feel special, part of a community bridging the gap between childhood and adulthood. My parents loved Prince, and their enthusiasm seeped into my young mind. I learned about his music, and in turn, I became part of a larger cultural narrative.
This introduction to music was not limited to just Prince. I also found myself performing Aerosmith hits like “Love in an Elevator,” despite not fully grasping the lyrics. Nevertheless, I absorbed their essence and later shared that legacy with my own children.
When David Bowie passed away, I became more intentional about exposing my sons to his music. We explored songs with cosmic themes like “Starman” and “Space Oddity.” While they didn’t initially grasp the depth of the lyrics, they enjoyed the rhythm and the experience. My son even told his ukulele teacher that Bowie was his favorite musician. This was an invaluable cultural gift that would resonate with them.
Similarly, I introduced them to The Beatles, and the infectious energy of “Yellow Submarine” became a family favorite. My youngest son insists on singing it solo, while my older boys have even included it in their ukulele recitals.
This is the essence of sharing music with our children. It’s not just about the laughter of a child singing “Purple Rain”; it’s about connecting them to a rich cultural tapestry. When Prince died, it affected me deeply, but at least my boys were familiar with his name and legacy. I play them what I love—The Talking Heads, Fleetwood Mac, and The Who—guiding them into a broader artistic world.
Encouraging children to explore various musical genres is essential. Introduce them to the timeless tunes of Ani DiFranco or the evocative melodies of Tom Waits. This engagement not only enhances their appreciation for music but also fosters a sense of belonging in a larger community of art and culture.
In conclusion, granting your children the gift of iconic music is invaluable. By sharing these experiences, you empower them to connect with the past while shaping their future.
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