$h!t my son likes…

It is legend in Black families that Sunday mornings are cleaning days. There is an entire soundtrack to these days. There’s Blues and R&B, smooth jazz and blues. As I recall, there was a lot of WBLS and Dave Koz in my house. Obviously, as we grew up, we listened to more hip hop and rap, which just killed the vibe because my parents didn’t start agreeing to listen to that until the likes of contemporary hip pop artist like Drake and DJ Khaled emerged. Now that I have a family of my own, I’m trying to establish traditions that make my third culture kids feel grounded in something, even if we pack up the ritual and transport it around the world every few years. So, Sunday music mornings it is…

Screen_Shot_2018_08_30_at_12.22.36_PM.pngMy kid is a ‘Little Baby Bum‘ addict, which means we live our lives in musical interludes of Baa Baa Black Sheep and Johnny Johnny’s lies. So, we know he likes music, but what does he like aside from London lullabies? I am on a quest to find out…

Last week, we tried a Bob Marley medley and he lasted about 2 songs before tuning out. Today, I tried to go a bit edgier and it was a bigger success. This was the playlist of what he managed to like…

Emile Sande – Hurts

Lenny Kravitz – American woman

Lenny Kravitz – Fly Away

OutKast – Hey Ya!

Stevie Wonder – All I Do

… before demanding that I read “Not Norman” by Kelly Bennett, which – oddly enough – is available on screen here:

So, with each passing weekend, I’m learning more and more that my kid is becoming a technology and animal aficionado, who needs to hear soul and trap music at frequent intervals.

 

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