“Dad! Dad! DAD!!!” Screams from the bedroom. He comes running down the hall.
“Turn off the vacuum! Hurry!” Something terrible must be happening. He is frantic.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
He jumps across the living room and breaks into a mean air guitar. From the bedroom comes blasting a familiar sound. Rock ‘n’ Roll High School! My son has discovered The Ramones!
Lucky kid. His life has just been saved forever.
Between the Queen and The Ramones coming out from under his door, it feels just like I’ve gone back in time. Like I’ve been given a fresh start. A do-over. The only requirement being: avoid the large, honest, bathroom mirror.
My nine-year-old is recently into The Clash. It’s good to see his taste developing along these lines.