School Days

So my son started his freshman year of high school today. And while I come to grips with that emotionally ruinous fact, I need something raw and raunchy to slap myself awake from this broken, crippling catatonia that is now engulfing every ounce of my being.

This'll do.

Too bad these guys never got over their sloppiness and developed some musical discipline, huh?. They could have been something, maybe.

(Though how great is John's off-key tag — "School DAYS!" — at the very end? The answer is, "so very very great.")

Beauty and the Beast

This is playing when my 12-year-old walks in.

At exactly the right time—which is 1:25, for those keeping score at home—she shrieks, "someone fetch a priest!" A moment later she adds, "you can't say no to the beauty and the beast...darling."

I stare. She notices and raises her eyebrows inquisitively. "You know this song?" I say, stupidly.

She looks confused, perhaps a bit sad at her father's early onset senility. "I love this song," she replies patiently.

[This has been another installment of I Am That Dad.]

Carry the Zero

So my 12-year-old started talking about Doug Martsch's guitar tone yesterday and I suddenly realized that she knew more about Built to Spill than she does about One Direction and that I have become That Dad.