The Rizzutos are watching Pink Floyd: The Wall. I goaded Dante into watching it. I told him that if he’d never be cool, not really, unless he liked Pink Floyd.
My excellent friend Shadodottir was remarking that since my churdren are now listening to the Bay City Rollers they must be over the Raffi stage. The truth is, we never listened to Raffi or anything Raffi-like around here. Dante is a rocker. I started him off on Yellow Submarine when he was about 6 and he’s been a Beatles fan ever since. He also loves Elton John, Stevie Wonder, and The Grateful Dead, although that was more Mr. Rizzuto’s doing than mine. I’m no Deadhead. Once Dante made me sit in the car and listen to Baba O’Reily in its entirety, which I thought was pretty cool. He also likes Patsy Cline, which worries me a little bit, but it could be worse.
Yes, I realize these are all dinosaur bands, but I can’t very well have him listening to Puff The Magic Diddy now can I?
Here, have some Pink Floyd.