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Dad's lesson: It's not 'only' rock 'n' roll
Published June 18, 2006
Orlando Sentinal-Mike Thomas
Today we celebrate fathers.
For without them, who would teach the children about rock 'n' roll?
In class today I have three 7-year-olds and one 2-year-old.
"Two-ana-haf," corrects Zoey.
Sorry, honey.
Children, who is the greatest rock band of all time?
Mara and Amy look puzzled.
Carly's arm shoots in the air.
'The Rolling Stones!" she yells.
Correct.
"Charlie's da dwrummer," adds Zoey.
That's right, honey.
It now is time for the audiovisual aid. I slip Ladies and Gentlemen, the Rolling Stones into the DVD player.
This is concert footage from 1972, when Mick Taylor took the band to places rock had never before been.
And who is Mick Taylor?
Carly's arm shoots up in the air. "The best guitar player ever!"
Excellent.
The day the music died is the day Mick Taylor left the Stones.
Blank faces. Never mind.
Mick Jagger appears on the screen, bouncing up and down, waiting for the opening guitar salvo that kicks off the classic, "All Down the Line."
"Boy, those pants are really tight," notes Mara.
I never noticed.
"Why is their hair so long?" she continues.
Everyone had long hair back then.
"They're ugly," says Amy.
"They look like girls, especially that guy!" says Mara.
"Yeah," says Carly. "Like girls!"
They do not look like girls!
"How come he has sparkles around his eyes?" asks Mara.
Just a little stage makeup.
"Charlie's da dwrummer!" Zoey chips in.
That's right, honey.
The band begins to play. Jagger goes through his frantic motions, hands slapping, body quivering, giant lips forming an O.
"He dances funny," says Mara.
Then she begins mimicking him.
"I think you dance as good as him," says Amy.
"It looks like he's trying to eat the microphone," says Carly.
"He's lip synching," says Mara.
He is not!
"He's like 60," says Carly.
That's how old he was when we watched them during the Super Bowl. But here he is only like 30.
"They're like grandpas," she says.
Amy stares at the screen, her face twisted in a puzzled expression as Jagger begins playing the harmonica to start off "Midnight Rambler."
"I can play the harmonica as good as him," she says.
Now just stop it, all of you! Girls used to think Mick Jagger was hot!
Mara reconsiders.
"We're changing our mind," she says. "He's hot."
"Hot!" agrees Carly.
Amy remains skeptical.
"He looks funny."
"Let's go get in rock costumes," says Mara.
Bored of both Micks, the older girls bolt into a back bedroom and begin digging into the spandex and costume jewelry, turning rock into something more relevant: dress-up.
I turn to my remaining pupil.
Daddy loves you, Zoey.
"Charlie's da dwrummer."
That's right, honey.
[Edited by Ten Thousand Motels] |
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| Bitch |
It's a fine daddy who teaches his kids about the STONES! Even MT gets a shout! |
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| shakedhandswithkeith |
funny |
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| GotToRollMe |
LOL! A friend of mine has been schooling his daughter in the Stones since she was born. She's 5 now and refers to Jagger as "Uncle Mick."  |
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