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Monday, July 20, 2009
No, tell me what you really think...
6:46 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
As always, our camping trip was delightful. Hours of sitting by the campfire roasting things, lots of wild blueberries (which made for yummy pancakes over the camp stove in the morning), another canoeing trip I'll never forget (I might have to do a separate entry on that one), and all around total relaxation.
On the way home, we stopped at my parents' house for a barbecue. While we were there, my dad proudly announced that I had to take a look at the great DVD he had made of all of the family pictures. He'd categorized them all by person, and set them to music.
I knew this was going to be like watching slides from someone's cruise to Belize, but I humored him. After all, how bad can it be, right? Besides, I know he spent a lot of time putting it together.
So he popped it in, and selected my photos. They started with my wedding, and went on from there. About thirty seconds into it, I scrunched my brows and looked over at him.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"That music. Is that....'Candle in the Wind'?"
"Good catch! I knew you'd like that song."
Hm. My life, in all of its glory, reduced to Elton John in midi format.
"Let's go to A...." I said after a moment.
I hit the menu button, selected A, and pulled him up.
Again, a few seconds in....
"Dad!"
"What?!"
"'Tears in Heaven'? Really?!"
"What?! It's a great song! Alec loves Eric Clapton!"
I looked at A.
"So let me get this straight...I'm a dead drug addict?"
A piped up, "And I'm the dead son of a drug addict! That's perfect!"
My mother, bless her heart, immediately laughed whiskey and coke out of her nose.
"You guys!" my dad huffed. "You have no appreciation for good music!"
He stomped away. I looked at my mother forlornly, and shrugged.
"Aren't you glad you paid for all of those years of music education?"
My mom, still wiping her drink off of her face, simply said, "It could be worse. Your sister is the 'Dancing Queen'".
On the way home, we stopped at my parents' house for a barbecue. While we were there, my dad proudly announced that I had to take a look at the great DVD he had made of all of the family pictures. He'd categorized them all by person, and set them to music.
I knew this was going to be like watching slides from someone's cruise to Belize, but I humored him. After all, how bad can it be, right? Besides, I know he spent a lot of time putting it together.
So he popped it in, and selected my photos. They started with my wedding, and went on from there. About thirty seconds into it, I scrunched my brows and looked over at him.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"That music. Is that....'Candle in the Wind'?"
"Good catch! I knew you'd like that song."
Hm. My life, in all of its glory, reduced to Elton John in midi format.
"Let's go to A...." I said after a moment.
I hit the menu button, selected A, and pulled him up.
Again, a few seconds in....
"Dad!"
"What?!"
"'Tears in Heaven'? Really?!"
"What?! It's a great song! Alec loves Eric Clapton!"
I looked at A.
"So let me get this straight...I'm a dead drug addict?"
A piped up, "And I'm the dead son of a drug addict! That's perfect!"
My mother, bless her heart, immediately laughed whiskey and coke out of her nose.
"You guys!" my dad huffed. "You have no appreciation for good music!"
He stomped away. I looked at my mother forlornly, and shrugged.
"Aren't you glad you paid for all of those years of music education?"
My mom, still wiping her drink off of her face, simply said, "It could be worse. Your sister is the 'Dancing Queen'".
1 comments:
For Mom and Dad's 50th, my sister-in-law put together a DVD like this. (OK, she paid someone to do it.)
The soundtrack was....
...Kenny G.
She actually thought, "Wes will like this, because it's jazz." If it hadn't been showing at my parents' 50th anniversary party, I'd have done what Elvis did when Bob Goulet was on and shot the TV.
WF