Cost of sharing my musical taste with my daughter: Weekly stops to pore over the CD racks at Half Price books together, and maybe $100 in old CDs over 2 years.
Hearing her squee when Queen comes on the radio in the car, and then getting to head bang together at the appropriate time during Bohemian Rhapsody: PRICELESS.
Tonight’s installment in the oldest daughter’s musical education: Van Halen, Run DMC, Sly and Family Stone, and Prince. And I must be doing something right because she used her money to buy her own copy of Back in Black. Must be dusty in here.
Me, flipping through radio stations in the car.
My Oldest, age 13: “blah blah My Chemical Romance blah blah Fall Out Boy blah blah… Wait! What was THAT?”
Me, flipping back a station: “This? Oh, this is Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody.”
Oldest: “It’s… so… different.”
Me: “Yep. They mixed heavy metal and opera, back when everyone else was into Disco. Total visionaries. Totally rocked.”
Oldest: “That is so awesome. I need to tell my friends! I need this on my iPod.”
Me: (tears in eyes) “Yes. Yes, you do.”