I am afraid I'm corrupting my children's innocent minds. And their musical tastes. We just spent an hour hopping around the living room, "dancing" to a wide variety of tunes. We jumped, we sang, we held hands and twirled. Girl Terror favours Ace of Base, and Boy Terror likes anything he can headbang to, so he was happy whenever Def Leppard came on. Both of them are big fans of "Mambo #5". It's a good thing Hubby likes quality (read Classical) music, or my babies would be stuck with 80's music all day long. I keep telling myself that at least I'm giving them the opportunity to listen to many different styles. Growing up, we had one kind of music. Religious. Not even Amy Grant religious. Nothing with an obvious beat, or anything too bouncy. We might be tempted to dance (gasp!) and that would be a sin.
I remember my first secular concert. A friend asked me to go to see Air Supply with him. Such rebels, eh?! I was sure my parents would flatly refuse, but they surprised me. They thought it was a fantastic idea. I cautiously told them, in case they were confused, that this was NOT gospel music. They smiled and nodded. I mentioned that the band had been heard on the radio. "Oh, so they're famous?" asked my mother. I told them that we would be traveling into the City of Sin (Toronto) and would probably not be home until late. Maybe even past midnight. My father said "I know, Leroy said it might be 2 or 3 when he got you home." What the hell?! Then it dawned on me. As long as I was with Leroy, they would be thrilled. His father was also a minister. Leroy was every parents dream for their daughter, at least in our circle. He was going to be a pastor. He was good looking in a clean cut, open and honest way. He was polite to parents, friendly to everyone, and showed all the signs of being halfway to heaven already. The devil's music could not hurt me as long as I was with Leroy. Silly parents. Leroy had them fooled, but that's a story for another day.
One time, my parents sat us down and we watched a video about the evils of modern, secular music. Bryan Adams was going to make me promiscuous. Led Zeppelin was not a stairway to heaven, no sir. I didn't bother to point out that I never, ever played my tapes backwards, and therefore I wasn't hearing the messages from the Dark Side. By the end of the weekend, my mother had thrown out all my piano sheet music that didn't have the Gaither name on it. My younger sister declared she would devote her life and singing talent to being a good witness. My father hummed hymns under his breath, confident that he had saved me from being lured into Hell by the siren songs on the radio. Little did they know, I was just biding my time, collecting music to use in the corruption of the next generation.
Edit: If you recognize the title of this entry, you're a parent. If you recognize the Gaither name, maybe you were a PK, too!! Let me know if you recognize either one.