Dadstuff Diaries - dancing like loons in the kitchen

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Had one of these great sort of, I don't know, "generation x parenting moments" the other night.  The Boy and I have been taken with the idea playing both real and air guitar on a semi-regular basis, to the point where he's so keen that I'm thinking I'll have to get him a half-sized nylon stringed acoustic for him when he's just a bit bigger. 

Which means we'll probably end up having a surly teenager playing old Cure covers in his bedroom on a beaten up electric guitar but, hey, I can probably live with that.

So I found a bunch of old cassettes the other day while I was packing up a bunch of stuff to go under the house (making room for no. 2 given that we're into the final trimester now) and among them was the first REM album I ever bought, Document.  What a great set of songs.  Marked, of course, by It's the End of the World As We Know It (and I feel fine). 

I only have to reach up to the little stereo perched on top of the kitchen cupboards for monster-moo here to start shouting "air guitar! air guitar!" excitedly, I fast forward to the right spot, turn up the volume, press play and from the opening drum riff we're both leaping and jumping around the kitchen like maniacs.  This is A Good Thing.  Here's the clip: