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For Those About to Rock...

Last night we lugged one of my old record crates from the basement so Mason could pick through them in nostalgic awe. The $5 BIY wooden crate I bought from Sound Warehouse in high school has maintained since the mid-eighties.

 Mason flips through the records (a-z of course) taking in the past that his circle of friends is now discovering for themselves (or inventing, as they like to think). In 1985 I discovered Led Zeppelin IV for the first time in civilization, so I get it.

 I worked the Columbia Record club pretty hard through high school and amassed a decent collection. AC/DC, Aerosmith, Iron Maiden, Bon Jovi, Ozzy (yes son, that Ozzy), Metallica (-pre-commercialized Metallica), Pink Floyd, Zeppelin of course, and many others.

 So we're off to pick up a USB turntable, I'll screen the collection for the titles my mother should have never let me listen to (I.E., W.A.S.P. imported collectors item pig head-shaped picture disk, title not important), and turn the crate over to the boy to begin his journey.

 Mainstream appreciation for vinyl faded long before he was born, and the concept if "holding" music us completely foreign to an 11 year-old in 2009. But when he does, I'm sure he'll connect with it ... in a can't-put-it-in-your-pocket, that's-what-the-band-looks-like, what-do- you-mean-grooves-make-the-sound kind of way.

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Love has limits

I love my kids. But just a hair too little to not put this video online. On our vacation in Hawaii we were stuck in the car waiting for the rain to stop and Kaleigh and Ava (sharing an iPod) started their Livin' On a Prayer karaoke performance. Mason joined in, and boom ... first date blackmail, just add video.