Once upon a time, I was obsessive about music. So were my friends. We stood in line for hours, often through the night (oh, how times were different), at our local record shop in order to snag concert tickets. We were eclectic in our tastes and as long as the artists met our discerning standards for what constituted “cool,” we managed to find a way to see them perform live. Bruce Springsteen, U2, Rolling Stones, The Cure, Tears for Fears, Depeche Mode, Billy Idol, Billy Joel, Elvis Costello, Tracy Chapman, Steve Winwood, The Police, Suzanne Vega, to name but a few. Music defined our teenage years.
It’s been a momentous school year. The girls had a successful term at school, academically and socially. They worked hard, learned a lot and made new friends. Here are some developments in their young lives that I think they’d like to remember when they’re my age:
You’ll recall that Chloe’s 12th birthday present was going to be a Lady Gaga concert. We were supposed to go on Saturday and I even reserved a room at the cool Hotel Eventi in the city for the occasion.
Chloe couldn’t decide what she wanted to do for her birthday. To have a party or not have a party? She wasn’t particularly stressed about her indecisiveness, surprisingly enough. That’s because her birthday present this year is one for the ages (at least for Chloe).
We’ve been watching the opening ceremonies for the 2012 Summer Olympics, which has an act that serves as a fantastic tutorial in the history of modern (i.e., the last 50 years or so) British music.
Sophie has made a Model Magic effigy of Lady Gaga. I think the figurine successfully captures the superstar’s essence. And it could be used as a voodoo doll to ward off any un-Gaga like behavior in Sophie’s fellow 5-year old friends and we all know Gaga would probably appreciate sadistic needle pricking coming from 5-year olds.