Herein lies the problem.
My parents preference of music was, well......a little....ok, a lot to be desired by my standards today. Of course, back then, I thought it was awesome!! That's right folks....they loved them some southern gospel!!! Everything from Jimmy Swaggart, Naomi and the Segoes, The MacKamey's, Gold City Quartet and Bill Gaither, with the cash cow every marketer from each corner of the globe wanted to get a piece of, The Homecomings. This is what I listened to
growing up. I knew, and probably still know, most of the "great" southern gospel anthems of our time.
Now, don't count out the fact that we also purchased many a soundtrack - does "Cocktail," "Dirty Dancing," (gasp)
I thought so.
I also enjoyed anything by "The Chipmunks" and "Muppets."
That's right folks. My parents are familiar with "The Pussycat Dolls." Not only are they familiar with these charming young "ladies," but they have decided to TEACH MY NINETEEN MONTH OLD THE LYRICS TO THE SONG - "HOT LIKE ME" or "Don't Cha" or whatever it is.
I'll give you a minute to digest what you've just read.......
Can you imagine what the look on my face must have been when I entered my parent's house on a Monday afternoon to hear this:
Meme and Papa (in unison): "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like....."
Celie (solo): "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Meme and Papa (in unison): "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like...."
Celie (solo): "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Meme and Papa (in unison): "Don't ya?"
Wow.
It could have been: "Jesus Loves Me," "This Little Light of Mine," "Jesus Loves the Little Children," anything. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO we had to venture into the land of The Pussycat Dolls. I could refer to them as PCD, but it sounds SO much dirtier when I spell it out in its entirety. I'm not really sure when this familiarity started with The Pussycat Dolls and I'm not so sure I like it.
I'll tell you who else doesn't like it, and that's Bill Gaither.
I'm actually quite surprised in the sudden (well, who even knows if this is sudden. They could be closet Lady Ga Ga lovers too) change in my parents' musical tastes. Granted I know my mother was a HUGE Beatles fan (and probably anything else that went along with being a Beatles fan.) However, my mom is the same lady who gets mad at me if I say the word, "crap" in front of her. This is the same lady who tells me I'm going to choke and die and burn in a devil's hell if I don't say the blessing before every meal, snack, taste or lick. These are the same people who if they
find someones actions disapproving (let's say.....like loving the Pussycat Dolls) and they say it out loud, immediately ask the Lord's forgiveness. For example:
Mother: "Well, you know I think he robbed that bank because he drinks so much."
Father: "Uh huh."
Mother (panicked): "Oh dear Lord forgive me for saying that!!!!"
You know, because the Lord sits in heaven with a big fat eraser and removes and adds your name to Heaven's Guest List when you "sin" and then repent really quick.
In case you can't tell, I became a Baptist in 1997.
And these are the people who have taught my child.....my sweet, innocent, loving, charming, hilarious, musically gifted child the lyrics to....
Hot.
Like.
Me.
It is with that statement I bid you farewell.
Pray for me.
Please?
7 comments:
Thank you, Lord, for letting me grow up without listening to Southern Gospel. Dolly, Kenny Rogers, Celine Dion and Patsy Klein were bad enough.
I, too, was shocked by the PUSSYCAT Dolls song Celie was singing. It has been an eye opener.... I am not quite sure what is going on in our own neighbor's home anymore.
Just remember who your mother is and who raised you to be WHO you are today. I don't think I did too shabby if I say so my self. But clearly being raised on Southern Gospel,saying the blessing before meals and not using slang words couldn't have been all that bad.
Or would you have wanted us to, be at the bars every weekend, total drunks, use every curse word under the sun, let who ever keep you, never have gone to church and listened to every rotten music out there. You can't say it was all that bad ?????
LOL.......Meme and Papa gone wild:-)
I heard about the tatoo and the pink streak in Meme's hair. What's next?
Going through "second childhood"
have you ever of that :0)
All Celie needs is to sit down and listen to a CD from The Martins (I imagine you have a few lying around) and all will be right in her world.
Well let me add that "we oldies" have a few tricks of our own--we wern't "born old" you know--and I laugh till ---well you know what---every time I think of my sweet little Celie bug singing that--now I hum it all the time--"Please forgive me Jesus!!!"
Mom
Sorry, but it is a little diddy that sticks in your head and you can't make it leave- Hot like meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!
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