My mother would be a disco bunny in another life

Don't choke on your karipap. It's hard to imagine a woman who had always given me the impression that 99.99% of music is an assault on her sanity would be getting jiggy with it with the punters down at the local club. Oh God, that image has already given me a headache.

My mother can't drive and she frequently complains of the music I put on the car stereo so I had kindly burned two CDs worth of songs by The Carpenters (which I know she likes) and things like The Beatles' Yesterday and Beautiful Maria by Los Lobos to play in the car from time to time. But two days ago, I took special delivery of double A-side single Lost In A Melody/Wanderlust by who else, but Delays, and The Mother freaked me out when she said, "I like this song. It's catchy."

To hear what The Mother developed a liking to, click below.

Lost In A Melody (Tom Middleton Cosmos Remix) by Delays. Rough Trade Records (2004)

Oh and the other day, she asked, "Why don't you play that president song anymore?"

"President song? You mean Presidente by a band called Kinky?"

"Exactly.I like that."

Who are you and what have you done with my mother?!?!?

Presidente by Kinky. From the album Atlas. Nettwerk America (2003)

Comments

Anonymous said…

god, you're evil

29 July, 2007 12:35

Maryam said…

I must take credit for introducing Mom to Kinky.

You can take the blame for introducing her to Delays.

Meh.

29 July, 2007 14:24

Kere said…

If making more of the world appreciate Delays is evil, then I'll gladly go "Muahahahaha!" while stroking a white cat.

Seriously though, what is going on with her?

29 July, 2007 16:37

Maryam said…

I think her repressed inner wild child is finally coming out!

Yeehaw!

30 July, 2007 06:22

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