Posted Monday, April 03, 2006 by Gene

Added to the list of things you can only get away with in certain states
Last week daughter Becky had to find a short piece of literature to read to her class. It could be anything, but she was encouraged to find something that had little in the way of a rhyme scheme or a distinguishable rhythm. The task was to read something in a persuasive and compelling way. Her choice was a song I turned her on to more than a month ago: Dear God, by XTC. Take a moment to read the lyrics. Now imagine your fourteen year old reading them aloud in front of her class at your local public school.

Not surprisingly-- because I live in the People's Republic of Cambridge-- we received no concerned phone calls from the dean.

It could have been worse
I'm thinking of two other songs I've played for my children at some time in the past: Rape Me by Nirvana, I Touch Myself by the Divinyls. And that's just off the top of my head.

Stop looking at me like that; I'm trying to expand their musical experience.

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Yup; I'm done. Thanks bunches, George Mason. You too, Boston College. Don't expect me to pick you to go all the way again any time soon.