Playing “Switched-Off Bach” a while ago (interesting history on the releases of Switched-On and -Off in 1968) when a melancholy passage comes in. Miles looks at me and says, “Daddy, this music makes me sad.” Walked into his room and pulled the blankets over his head. Later pegged a less-than-upbeat Toots and the Maytals track as also being “sad.” Can now identify four or five genres. When asked, usually says his favorite kind of music is “weggae.” This evening, driving home listening to Breakfast in America, M pipes up from the back seat. “Daddy, this music isn’t sad like that weggae song, this music is happy!” Typically unable to help myself from supplying info he isn’t ready to process, I pounce on the opportunity to tell him all about Supertramp. “Now I know a lot of kinds of music. Cwassico, Chazz, Blues Clues, Weggae, and Supatamp!” Decided not to go into the messy terrain of subgenres like Ork. Maybe when he turns three.
Music: Pete Brown & his Battered Ornaments :: Then I must go