Shut My Mouth

I can't believe it happened. I swore it never would. I just don't know what to do now. I wish I could take it back, but once it's out there, you can't erase it. What?? Over the weekend, my husband and I were talking about our kids (unavoidable). I don't even remember the topic, but he said something about Jacob, my 14 year-old, and his music. Then, I said it. (Oh, I want to hide.)
I said, "It's not music, it's just noise." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I might as well have said it in my dad's voice, it was exactly what he said when I was a teenager. It makes me want to cry. You know what it means, don't you? It's not like I didn't already know, but I hate it when I get new reminders. Reminding me of what? Oh, like you didn't know. I'm old.
Music is a tell-tale sign of becoming 'middle age'. When you talk about a musician to younger kids and they say something like, "Donny and Marie who?" You know it. Thing is, music is so important to growing up. I remember listening to my parents' records (the thing we used to have before tapes and cd's-you do remember tapes, don't you?). I have a real sentimental attatchment to Engelbert Humperdink (yes, that's a real person) and Eddy Arnold. Then, there was the Carpenters. Oh, don't you love Karen's voice? I always loved singing along to her because she's an alto, and I didn't have to fake the high notes.

I was a teenager in the 80's and man, we had great music! Journey, Foreigner, Styx and this guy:

before he was really weird. I went to see 'Footloose' in the theater, even hid in the bathroom with my friends so we could watch it again. Kevin Bacon, wow. Come to my high school, Kevin, I'll dance with you! But, all this stuff that we thought was so great, my parents thought was crap.

My music tastes have continued to change. I still love all the 80's music, some 90's and every now and then, I find I like something 'current'. What changed is that about 7 years ago, I converted to country music. All of my siblings listen to it, but I didn't like it, or so I thought. I won't give the whole story of how I was converted, but I'll just say that after a couple weeks of listening to a little bit here and there, my radio pre-sets were permanently changed. My husband, who is a fan of classic rock (blech) was completely blind-sighted by this change. To say that he hates country music is a major understatement. Oh, well, I don't like classic rock, either. Being different is good, right? He told me once that I'm not the woman he married. Oh, really? Big surprise. The woman he married didn't have stretch marks, wrinkles or gray hair. Tell you what, you get back the body of the woman you married and I promise to never listen to country music again.
As for saying what I did, it's actually not the first time. I find myself repeating my parents often. Does it mean I'm old, or that they were right?? Hmmmm.