So my boys are real Rock n’ Roll afficionados. But, my older son, is a die hard head-banger. In my son’s humble opinion rock music is the only music that is of value and that most rap music, now-a-days, has no artistic value or worth, therefore is a waste of time and audio space. He’s been playing rock since he was 11 after teaching himself how to play the guitar. Shortly thereafter, him and his best friend got together and started playing classic rock songs entertaining the kids and adults at school.
In less than a year their 3 man band was playing at various venues; as opening acts, hired gigs and for charity. They were pretty darn good too for being so young (but then again, I am the mom so my judgment is a bit skewed). Anyways, as all things good go, they slowly started to fall apart. My son was increasingly becoming more and more interested in heavier rock and his musical interests were beginning to clash with his best friends’, so they decided to call it quits.
Today my son leads a new band. A screamo band. Don’t know what that is? Well, I highly recommend you keep it that way and be grateful you’re not one my neighbors. Anyways, let’s just say that it entails a lot of screaming and hair whipping.
As you can imagine, all the guys in the band have long hair. None of them have earrings or tattoos yet, and they all dress pretty decent (nothing I would be embarrassed of anyways), but if you see them, from first impression you would stereotypically judge them to be “rockers”.
So with that mental image in mind, I’d like for you to picture this:
You’re walking out of your local bank. You live in a suburban neighborhood where the average household status is middle to upper-middle class. Everything is kept up and maintained, the people are nice, full of smiles and hello’s, and it is characteristically quiet and peaceful. But on this day, as you walk out the bank doors you hear some rather loud music coming from somewhere in the parking lot. Your eyes begin to search in the direction that your ears perceive the music is coming from, and casually shift towards the direction of the source. Slowly your eyes come across a black Toyota Solara convertible that appears to be violently rocking back and forth.
You make your way through the parking lot, never ceasing to stare at the vehicle that has the audacity to disturb such a serene and tranquil neighborhood (for surely, as you conjure this vision, they must not be from these areas). As you head towards your own vehicle your eyes try to focus in on what is going on inside the vehicle, but the windows are tinted too dark. The music begins to become more audible the closer you get to the vehicle and then, suddenly, the top begins to peel back on the vehicle and the music pierces your ears while the bass of the speakers travels up into your legs.
Four male heads with long hair pop up, banging their heads, whipping their hair around and pumping their fists into the air singing in unison to the song blaring from the speakers:
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah,
you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know wha-wha-what’s your fa-fa-fan-ta-ta-sy
What a paradox! Head banging hood thugs! Ahhh, you gotta love expressive teenage boys!!
Well, I don’t have a video of this particular moment, but I can offer up this one in exchange; it’s a bit dark, but you’re sure to get a laugh!
|X-mas with the Teenage Grinches Well, to be fair, the Grinch is really my 14 year old. My younger one enjoys the Christmas spirit and...||Dope-Dealing Potheads My 15 yr old son and a few of his friends have a little "hideout", if you will. It's a secluded spot...||Bro’s Before Hoe’s I'm sure everyone is familiar with the saying "Bro's before hoes". And I'm sure many of you are nodding...||Sex-Ed Inspired "It's an organ." -me. "It's a muscle." -12 year old. "It's an organ." -me more sternly. "It's...|
© 2010-2013 2010 Me, My Guys, & My Stumbles Through Parenthood All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved -- Copyright notice by Blog Copyright