Thursday, January 11
Rick McGinnis: more Life with Father
"The other day, my oldest daughter burst through the door of my office, naked and playing a kazoo, her long pale limbs flailing around in an antic little dance that probably worked with whatever scabby old punk tune or chugging bit of '80s indie rock I was playing at the time. I wish I'd had a camera handy -- footage of my 3-year-old capering starkers to the Volcano Suns would probably be valuable at some point later in her life. Well, perhaps not valuable; amusing -- to me, if only as a scrap of digital footage that I could threaten to call up on some glowing flat panel in some future home whenever I needed to embarass her - mortification of our kin being something of a tradition in my family..."
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I don't "hate" "Cat's in the Cradle". There are songs you love or hate, but some refuse to be categorized. When I'd go to parties (when I still went to parties) and that song was played, everyone would sing along melodramatically, and pretend they were all busted up, especially at that very last line. Except some of us weren't pretending.
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I don't "hate" "Cat's in the Cradle". There are songs you love or hate, but some refuse to be categorized. When I'd go to parties (when I still went to parties) and that song was played, everyone would sing along melodramatically, and pretend they were all busted up, especially at that very last line. Except some of us weren't pretending.
