Three Things
I’m old… I know I’m old because I find myself getting angry at ‘those kids’ for having their car radio too loud.  I also find myself talking to my daughter about things that she is clueless about that just baffle me… like film or cassette tapes.  This morning I came to another sad realization about days gone by.

It’s rare, but I happened to have extra time this morning.  I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV.  There is really nothing on at 7:30 in the morning besides news and Charmed, but I landed on VH1 who happens to actually play music videos sometimes.  The next video that came on was actually a song that my daughter recognized, so it piqued her attention and she came and watched it with me.  She watched for a little bit and asked me “What movie is this?”  I just told her that it was a music video.  Another few seconds passed she asked “What movie is this from?”  I responded again “It’s the music video.”  She paused and then asked “What show is this from?”  Um…

I slowly turned to her and said “It’s a music video. Don’t you know what a music video is?” and then I realized… she doesn’t.  She has no point of reference outside of what they call music videos on the Disney Channel – on which during an episode of Hannah Montana they might announce that the new music video from the Jonas Brothers will be aired at the conclusion of the show.  This ‘music video’ consists of the boys dancing around on a brightly colored stage singing a portion of their new song.  There is no story or interesting imagery or anything relevant to the song or artist.  It’s just idolized teenagers performing Mickey Mouse Club style.  It’s sad, really.

I’ve decided that this weekend we’ll be having a music video marathon.  I am determined to show her the stories behind all the ‘old’ music she listens to on my iPod that she enjoys.  I’ll let her experience great creative videos like A-ha’s “Take on Me” and interesting ones like Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer”.  Hell, I’ll even throw in select Michael Jackson videos for current event’s sake.  Of course, I’ll probably have to explain why he keeps grabbing himself ‘down there’ but I’m willing to take that risk for her enrichment.