Most weekends we pile in the car as a family and head out somewhere. Often times it is to Target. We have gotten into the habit of using our Spotify app each time we are in the car. Generally, the four year old is in charge of our playlist as he is the boss of our daily lives as well. For awhile he was into Drake, and we would listen to ‘In My Feelings’ repeatedly. Then, and I was extremely happy about this, he got into ‘Yeah’ by Usher. It is almost impossible to listen to the song and not do some sort of car dance. But now, he is into ‘Sunflower’ by Post Malone. Again, this is a pretty good song, and I don’t hate listening to it on repeat.
As you can imagine his brothers loudly voice their annoyance that “the baby” gets to monopolize the music. (Yes, we still refer to the youngest as the baby, don’t judge, you know you have something similar happening in your family too). So, lately while in the car we’ve been trying to take turns and let everyone in the car choose a song they want to hear. Most of the times this is pretty successful. But I have become very aware of a few things. 1. I very much do not like most new music, especially today’s rap music 2. I am still very much in love with Pearl Jam 3. My husband has very eclectic taste in music
This past weekend my choice was ‘Indifference’ by Pearl Jam. I sang every single word of this song loudly completely unaware that anyone else was in the car. Any pleads from my kids to ‘please stop’ went unnoticed without an ounce of guilt. Listening to songs that meant something to you when you were an angsty teenager will always have a powerful hold on you even when you are 40. Suddenly you are young and full of indignant righteousness as you are driving back home from a trip to Target with a car full of complaining kids. In that moment you can take on the world. I love that about music. And I love that about teenagers in general. The fire they have to want to change the world is astounding. Yes, I battle this same fire when they feel it is their teachers they must rebel against in order to change said world, and this can be utterly exhausting. But it is that fire and drive that actually DOES change the world. So instead of trying to extinguish it, I think we need to listen to the music of our teenage past more often as adults and remember this fire and drive ourselves.
Once my song ended, my husband quickly pointed out how depressing that song is. I quietly rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Whatever, man. Pearl Jam rocks. You just don’t get it.” Okay, I didn’t actually do that, but the teenager in me did.