Musically, nothing blogworthy happened to me at all last week. I did however manage to read a wonderful Victorian novel called North and South, by Elizabeth Gaskell. Breathe a huge sigh of relief that my sister Jennette has already listened to me rave about this book (she’s read it also), thus sparing any of you, who otherwise would have received an eye full.
This morning when my three year old sat down to eat his raisin bran, he informed me he wanted to listen to music. ( We usually have music playing in the morning, but no one had turned any on yet) I asked him what he wanted, thinking it would be Phantom. “I want Death Cab To Cutie” he said. So we listened to “Transatlanticism” this morning while we ate breakfast together.
He is too cute(ie) and he has great taste in music.
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Yes he is cute. I think his (and all of our kids)taste in music can be attributed to the fact that (great) music is playing 90% of their waking hours.