OK - quick blog this one, and one that will mean little to anyone who didn't share the same music tastes as me about 10 years ago.
Randomly shuffling through the 8,000+ tracks it holds, on the way to dropping Jack and Emma to school this morning my ipod found "Block Rockin' Beats" by The Chemical Brothers. A track that is best played loud, and in some sort of nightclub.
[Do you know I even had to pause then, at my great age of 35, to consider whether the word "nightclub" is still a word used in common parlance among the youth of today - unlike, say, the word "parlance".]
Now I haven't heard this song (is it actually a "song"? It has more drums (or is it, er, breakbeats?) than lyrics) for a while. But it did take me back to my DJ mixing days (yes, you remember!) when myself and Mr Smith (who, by the way, seems not to blog any more.....) would amuse ourselves, but probably nobody else, collecting vinyl and generally getting very excited about the new tracks by Underworld, Orbital, Daft Punk and other bands that our parents would never have heard of.
[And is "bands" the correct noun there? Weren't they all really just faceless DJs themselves, who preferred computers and sound-boards to instruments, and certainly never sang? Nightclubs / songs / drums / bands - I am mildly panicked now by my inability to talk about music without being all self-conscious of the words I'm using. Is that what middle-aged parenthood means?]
Anyway - I digress. This morning, as "Block Rockin' Beats" ended, Emma turned to Jack and enquired of him whether he "liked that song". He replied with an unambiguous "No".
But Emma, with a look of smug self-satisfaction that clearly was unperturbed by Jack's response, turned to look back out of the car window and announced firmly, but to no-one in particular: "Well, I did".
Oh, I was so proud.
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