This post isn't really about High School Musical... it's just that I am hearing the soundtrack blare out of my kids' room (thanks a lot iTunes) for the frillionth time this week. Parents, hear me: do not encourage the kid-friendly music... it will only lead you down the portal of hell otherwise known as Disney pop and a child who has a wicked crush on Vanessa Anne Hudgens.
Jake and Jack are products of appropriate and child friendly CDs. We had our Raffi, and our Sugar Beats, and our Chicken Soup for the Children's Soul music compilation. They didn't last long. What started out as an SUV with a 6 disc changer full of the above and others, quickly slipped into a 5-discs-for-the-boys-and-1 (2,3,4)-for-us. By Jack's second birthday all pretense was gone and the only kid-centric tunes heard 'round the house were those songs actually coming out of the boys' mouths.
But, those years were enough to make an impact, and, now, 6 years later, it's pretty much time to pay the fucking piper. We did in fact, have some piper music... I want to say it was lullabies, but then, I also want to hang my head in shame.
We thought we had caught it. We thought that at 2 and 3 they were young enough not to have been affected by the perky and the jolly and the SMART! We thought that, with enough repetition of The Cult and Lenny Kravitz and The English Beat, we could undo the harm of the happy song.
The playlists on their iPods read like Robert Igner's wet dream. Lindsay Lohan, check. Hillary Duff, check. Raven-Symone, check. High School Musical, bloody fucking check!
There is some Devo, some Eve's Plumb, and some Red Hot Chili Peppers mixed in with this create-a-star crowd, but really, the balance is swinging in favor of the company with the big ears.
And, so, parents, consider yourselves warned. Those bright and snappy little melodies your sweet babes so enjoy hearing in the back of the minivan? Those ditties about teeth brushing and peanut butter? Sing-a-longs with Laurie Berkner? They lead one place and one place only. They lead to painful numbers about teen angst and youthful identity crises in Alburqurque, NM. I can only hope that once real life hormones descend upon our household, a small grace will herald the arrival of Nirvana and The Cure (or whatever the nihilist folly is in fashion at the time).
I totally blame Baby Beluga.
In case you are wondering, we are trying to keep Eva on a strict diet of Gwen Stefani, The Dandy Warhols and the Kings of Leon... she thwarts us and every turn and opts to dance in her brothers' room.