Monday, 30 January 2012
More and more I'm finding that I am needing to censor music from my children's young ears.
It's not like I'm listening to NWA or any heavy-handed lyrics. I'm talking everyday music that I once took for granted. Lily Allen. Gotye. Black Eyed Peas. I could go on, but I can't think of anyone else right now.
Apparently everyone's dropping the f-bomb in their lyrical miracles, and it's become au fait.
You're talking to PottyMouthMama here. I tried to delete swearing from my vocab the moment I birthed my first babe.
I'm not just playing Justine Clarke CDs over and over again, but help a girl out - what's your tactic when artists are getting their swear on? I'm not some little prude sitting in the corner. Surely I am not alone.
I want my kids to remain kids for as long as possible. To preserve that innocence for as many years as possible.
I remember vividly playing records on my Uncle Silas' record player, discovering the Beatles, Tiny Tim and many others as I worked my way through my parent's collection.
I remember puzzling over lyrics and wondering what they meant - and imagining my own innocent meaning - but I don't remember them cussing on the mike. Ever.
Now piles of CDs are relegated to times when I am alone, in the car, or if the smalls have gone out. Clearly, my music collection is somewhat refined when in their company - but their innocence is worth more to me than listening to a song. Can you dig?