So me and the boys are flying down the highway in my truck.
[Editorial aside: there is little better, men, than being able to type that sentence and have it be true.]
Like I said, we’re flying down the highway in my truck. My full-sized pickup truck, to be more precise. Me. And my boys. The sun is low over the trees on the distant Kansas horizon, and we’re sweaty and tired after a long day of man stuff. I turn up Blues Traveler’s “Crash Burn.” This is good, driving-with-the-boys-in-a-truck-like-real-men-do music.
So then Caleb says to me: “Dad, this sounds like old-timey music. Like from the 1990’s.”
Got that, everyone? Richard Marx, Celine Dion, and Melissa Etheridge are old-timey. Caleb may actually be more right than wrong, now that I think about it.
Still, I prefer to think of some music as timeless. Which is why we were listening to Blues Traveler, and why Caleb has an Oscar Peterson CD in his bedroom, and why I’m hoping all those violin (read: fiddle) and piano lessons naturally turn into a folk/jazz/blues ensemble when the boys are older. But until that day, here’s some old-timey music for your Monday:
