Woodstock
August 21st, 2005 at 7:38 pm (Unschooling Life, Musings)
When I was a kid, my parents bought the movie on vhs. Through the years, I watched it dozens of times, wishing I had been there, wishing it were 1969. I was the town’s token hippie in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and I took comfort in the interviews with concert goers, the interesting fashions, the music, and the peacefulness of it all.
I still take comfort in it today. It reminds me of my childhood like almost nothing else can. I’ve found that I had memorized every line, every inflection, and the movie gives me a warm feeling, even now. Over the years, I’ve seen Joan Baez, CSN&Y, Arlo, and others in concert. I’ve found people with whom I connect. I’ve settled into myself. But, it still makes me smile to watch John Sebastian forget lyrics or Stephen Stills tell the audience he and the rest of CSNY were “scared s***less.” I still love to see Richie Haven’s long fingers and Joan Baez’s face light up when she touches her pregnant belly, and I can’t help but grin while watching the mud sliders.
I grew up with this music, and I embraced it as my own. How can a kid rebel against The Grateful Dead, The Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, CSN&Y, Dylan, Joni Mitchell? I’m fairly certain the only way would include listening to Tom Jones - something I wasn’t remotely prepared to do. So, I’ve ended up with a modified version of my parents’ tastes.
I wonder what sort of music Kenzie will end up being passionate about. He can often be heard humming “Mrs. Robinson” around the house, and he used to have small crushes on Nanci Griffith and Shawn Colvin, and Sara Watkins from Nickel Creek. Still, though, he was enamored with Elton John for a time, mostly because of the showy costumes, I think (and his appearance on The Muppet Show). I’ve never been a big Elton John fan, but I’ve learned to appreciate him. Kenzie also enjoys the song “1985″ by Bowling for Soup. He hears it on the local alternative station, and I have to keep myself from visably cringing each time he begins singing it. I knew those guys. After much begging on their part, I finally gave them a pitty appearance at the coffeeshop I owned about eight years ago. All their songs sounded alike, and I just wasn’t impressed. Sigh…. Yes, these are the people they nominate for Grammies.
Anyway, singing is one of Kenzie’s passions, and in that way, he’s much like I am. He sings for hours at a time. In fact, he’s singing right now, along with Sly and the Family Stone. Yes, my little one is singing “I Want to Take You Higher.” He sings all day long, sometimes making up his own tunes, almost always making up his own lyrics. I can’t wait to see what lyrics he adds to the “…Higher” tune over the next few days….
