I'll teach you all the things you never knew... you're going back, back to school

I am officially in awe of my four year-old. I'll set the scene. We're having dinner last night and as brothers do... Seth called his brother a name. A trapezoid, actually. His mother speaks up for his wordless brother and calls Seth a rhombus. A discussion ensues between the four-year old and the NASA employee about what a rhombus is. “It's a diamond” says Seth. “No, its a kind of a skewed square” his mother retorts. I shut up, not really knowing what a rhombus is. Anyways... the debate goes on until Seth breaks into song. ”Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.“ OK, normalcy prevails... the four year-old is acting like a four year-old. Not quite. “Up above the world so high,” he sings, “Like a RHOMBUS in the sky.” He uses the right inflection on the word for emphasis and stares directly at his mother to make his point. Holy crap. Oh no you di-int!! Did I actually just witness this?

His über-competitive mother takes that as the gauntlet being thrown down and grabs her iPhone to Wikipedia the word.

It's a diamond. You, my dear, have just been schooled by your four year-old.

In the interest of fairness...it is also what she described. I guess. In my mind however, this will be remembered as an old-school smackdown. Advantage pre-schooler.

Headline from "Back to School" by Ace Frehley, 1989

Tryin' to find a reason to get outta my bed... everyday things

In my quest to figure out the things that make me happy on a daily basis, it's interesting for me to look at the “stuff” that brought me joy as a child versus what rings my bell now. I'm talking more about the little things here...not the obvious like the two of you boys. Here's a peek at now versus then.

THEN
Kiss - Man, was I hooked on these guys from about the age of 10 to 14. Something that was just for me that my parents could never understand. Cool.

Magic - Yup, your Dad was way into magic. Took lessons and everything. To this day I have one trick that still blows people's minds and makes them mad when I won't tell them how I do it.

Bubble gum - Wait a minute, all kids love bubble gum, right? Well...I took it to another level. I could tell you the differences between the three major brands Bubble Yum, Bubblicious and Hubba Bubba. I even had a business selling it at school. People would come to me to meet all their bubble gum needs.

Skateboards - It was all about skateboards growing up in So Cal.

Freakies - The greatest tree-living aliens cereal ever created.

NOW
Mornings at Starbucks - Starbucks has become my Zen garden. Gimme my Venti decaf nonfat no-whip mocha and an iPod and I'm set.

Theater room - Three years and I still love this room. Who needs the movie theater and their sticky floors when we have this.

iTunes - I've always been a music nut. But having a go-zillion songs at my fingertips? Where was this when I was thirteen?

iPhone - Again...where was this thirty years ago? Oh, yeah. Anyways, I can't imagine living without it now.

Punk rock - 43 and I still love it. I'll be the 80 year-old geriatric crowd surfing to Blitzkreig Bop.

Springsteen - See the post below. He's just The Man.

Sushi - Your dad can put this stuff away. Just yum. Gimme a spicy tuna hand roll soaked in wasabi soy sauce and I'm in heaven.

It's the little everyday things, boys. Find them, make time for them and enjoy.

Headline from "Everyday Things" by The Plimsouls, 1979

Ooo you make me live, You you're my best friend

Just a few of the things you boys enjoy doing with me at this stage of your lives....

Seth (aka Bug, Boy, Bubba, Pook, Big Man, Punk Rock)
- Having me make up stories at bedtimes. No Boy, those stories were not scripted.
- Debating which one of us is, in fact, Tootie Butt.
- Racing to see who can get undressed for a shower faster.
- Wrestling on Mommy & Daddy's bed.
- Telling really bad knock-knock jokes.
- Doing a knuckle-bump and then blowing it up. Cuz that's cool.
- Rockin' out to ska music in the car. You telling me to keep my hands on the wheel.
- Keeping secrets from Mommy...especially as it relates to donuts.
- Beating Daddy senseless with your Hulk hands. Or with your regular hands.
- Hearing me talk about when I was a boy. You listen mesmerized.

Sage (aka Monkey, Panda, Baby Bug, Little Man)
- Having me rub my head into your tummy as you laugh and laugh and laugh.
- Flying through the air as “Super Baby” and attacking your bro.
- Looking out the front door with me.
- Listening to me butcher Bob Marley songs.
- Drooling aaalllllll over my head when I lift you up on my shoulders.

Headline from "You're My Best Friend" by Queen, 1975

For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive.

While the majority of the writings here are words of wisdom for you boys, it is also an opportunity for me to share with you the importance that music has meant in my life. Music can be magical. It can take you to another place when you need it. It can make you happy when you feel down, or it can simply be a friend during those times sharing empathy with some of the most heartfelt lyrics ever written. There are artists who can do that better than others. For me, there is nothing quite like Bruce Springsteen. They call him “The Boss”.

With all of the rock star posturing that's out there, Bruce exemplifies the “everyman” attitude better than anyone before him. He just gets me. His words share what you are feeling. His songs give you hope. He is the voice of my generation.

I was a late convert to the music of Springsteen. In the mid-70's when it was all about Kiss and Cheap Trick, I thought Springsteen was a dinosaur already. It would take another ten years to start appreciating the gifts he had to offer me. One particularly memorable night for me was back when I was in college. I remember listening to Springsteen for about four hours straight after hearing that my best friend Eric's dad had been killed. I laid on the floor and thought about my relationship with my father and my own mortality. That night Bruce was there for me.

You will likely find your own music that speaks to you. It's hard to say what will be the “popular” music of your generation. I bet Springsteen stands the test of time though. Someday when you're feeling lonely put on “Nothing Man“. On a carefree Friday night put on ”Glory Days“. In a defiant mood? “Badlands.” Need some inspiration? ”No Surrender.“ When you have a son... ”My Hometown.“ See if he doesn't speak to you.

Headline from "Badlands" by Bruce Springsteen, 1978