She doesn't wanna grow up to be a Debaser (sad, really)

Over the course of the almost five years of her existence, Jamie and I have spent a lot of time trying to expose our daughter to music we jointly deem Good. And, for the most part, we've succeeding in implanting a few small seeds of our own taste into her musical lexicon. She enjoys The Shins and Gnarls Barkley, John Vanderslice and The Mountain Goats, Elliott Smith and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and will often request to hear specific songs from these artists, much to the overabundant, self-congratulatory pride of her music nerd parents.

Though I should probably add that she does love the Kids Bop. Something must be done about that. Shall I commence with the beatings?

Anyway, yesterday we were in the car coming back from brunch at a friend's house, and I decided she might be ready for The Pixies “Doolittle” -- a much-beloved and revered classic in our household. I mean, Frank Black's voice is kind of cartoonishly funny, and there's a song about A MONKEY on the album! What's not to love?

I popped the disc in and track-skipped to “Here Comes Your Man”, commenting to Jamie that the song is like the Pixies' version of “Shiny Happy People” or something -- kids almost HAVE TO eat that shit up, right?

Less than a minute into the tune, a voice from the backseat wailed: “Mom? I DON'T LIKE THIS SONG!!!!” And continued painfully wailing (with MULTIPLE EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!) until I relented and turned it off. Damn, shorty.

Huh. Perhaps her taste is more discerning than I previously supposed. Think I should step things up a notch and run some My Bloody Valentine by her? Begin reading excerpts from The Complete Greil Marcus at bedtime? Which would you think more likely to NOT induce night terrors? Tough call.

But advanced though her tastes may be for her age, her skills in terms of music-generating are still sadly embryonic, as evidence by this here video-type item:

On the bright side, at least I can rest secure in the knowledge that she knows better than to mess with Texas. I mean, that band is, like, SO 1990. snort.