I know you’re not supposed to live your dreams through your children … apparently. But there is one vision I have for Ted which I find hard to shake, the idea that he will have excellent taste in music.
Taste is obviously individual, so by excellent taste in music, I mean music that I like. Rather than enjoying only my current tastes in music, I have always had a vision that he would educate me and challenge each other to develop our musical tastes. At four month’s old, this might be a lot to expect.
Having watched any real chance of becoming a musician pass me by (I say “real” because I still harbour a dream), I now have to turn my ambitions to my heir. Perhaps we could be like the Mystery Jets where the song writing is done by father and son.
I recently started reading Washington Square by Henry James and came across this exchange:
“my dear Austin … do you think it is better to be clever than to be good?”
“Good for what?” asked the Doctor. “You are good for nothing unless you are clever.”
From this assertion Mrs Penniman saw no reason to dissent; she possibly reflected that her own great use in the world was owing to her aptitude for many things.
“of course I wish Catherine to be good,” the Doctor said next day; “but she won’t be any the less virtuous for not being a fool. I am not afraid of her being wicked; she will never have the salt of malice in her character. She is as good as good bread, as the French say; but six years hence I don’t want to have to compare her to good bread and butter.”
Of course the Doctor comes across as incredibly conceited, but I adore his core faith that his daughter will be good. I believe this is a kind tribute to the girl’s mother’s (who passed away shortly after her birth). It is soured by the Doctor’s belief that intelligence is fundamental to a person’s overall “worth”.
I am similar. I have no doubt that with Bianca’s parenting, Ted will be an outstanding young man However, when it comes to the idea of his musical tastes, surely I’m allowed some fun?
I had hoped that the songs Bianca and I would sing to Ted would be sufficiently interesting to build his interests. I remember hearing Kelli Scarr saying that she sings “helpless” by Neil Young to her baby boy. I didn’t even know about Neil Young until I was 20.
What to sing to your child is a tricky one and whilst struggling to think of something “cool” to sing, I have to resort to a tried and tested song to soothe Ted in the hope of sending him to sleep. The current favourite songs that seem to work (or have worked at least once) with helping Ted to sleep are:
- Hey Jude (sung as “Hey Ted”) – The Beatles
- Sloop John B – Beach Boys
- We All Stand Together – Paul McCartney and the Frog Chorus - great for duets with Bianca
- Bad Romance – Lady Gaga – shocking I know, but the shock of the “RAR” seems to settle
More embarrassingly is the mix of made up songs to nursery rhyme tunes based around “Teddy Boy, go to sleep”. We haven’t progressed to the genius levels of Kimya Dawson who recorded an excellent album for her daughter ("Pee Pee in the Potty" being a favourite).
There has been some positive signs though, Ted seemed to enjoy hearing the ukulele or electric guitar. When he didn’t scream I wanted to gush “he’s going to be a guitar player too!” In reality he was probably just curious about the strange person and even stranger sound being projected at him.
I am aiming to influence, not brain wash, but being a control freak my natural tendency is to brain wash. I appreciate that any child with Bianca or my genes will happily rebel against any direction we set for them. As such, I need to try and foster the environment from which great taste in music will emanate.
My taste in music has little to do with my parents, but this may be their genius! Their taste was squarely middle-of-the-road, and whilst this has provided me with a fascination with 80s music such as Dire Straits, Genesis etc, I can remember feeling exposed as other kids began talking about The Smiths, U2 and REM (hardly niche acts - but that was as edgy as Lowestoft got).
I’m now beginning to freak out slightly more about the lack of control I have over this. The overriding fear is that Ted will sit Bianca and I down one day and announce that he likes house music or R&B (and not the cool edgy stuff, but disposable chart stuff). I feel a desire to make some mix cds in preparation for such an emergency.
But should this be my real fear? Should I not be more scared by the idea that he becomes intensely interested in music and ditches everything to “make it” in a band? Clearly this is acceptable if he becomes successful, but as a parent you quickly play the percentages and want the best for your child. Would it be more scary to have Ted pass through education with a solid professional career ahead of him, for him to turn around and pursue music? Financially it is definitely scarier.
Ultimately, what will always scare me is that I cannot control how Ted grows up. I can only influence it. But I can’t even control the way I influence him…