I am a mother, and thus by popular narrative, I am ‘daggy’, ‘old-fashioned’ and not cool according to my children. They love me lots but I am ‘old’. This naturally translates to the music I listen to, as being ‘not trendy’.
Lucky for me, they attempt to educate me on what ‘good’ music is, and as any ‘good’ mother would do (saying this tongue in cheek!), I listen, I learn and I allow myself the space to embrace (or try to embrace) the music from their perspectives.
As Khalil Gibran in his poem “On Children” stated,
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
I can never be them nor they me, but I can certainly walk with them on their journey, if for nothing else but curiosity. Both children have worked out what my musical ‘taste’ is – or I should probably say, what my ears are attuned to. They introduce their music to me, every so often testing the limits of my endurance :-).
As I open myself to different experiences, they show me a world I would not have encountered on my own. I am also being privileged with beautiful music I am likely not to chance upon on my own.
One such song is ‘Stole the Show’ by Kygo, a Norwegian music producer, in his collaboration with Parson James. This song made its debut in Coachella 2015 and was quite a hit.
I love this song – for its rhythm, melody and lyrics. What a metaphor for the end of a relationship!
I hope you enjoy!
Darling, darling, oh, turn the lights back on now
Watching, watching, as the credits all roll down
Crying, crying, you know we’re playing to a full house, houseNo heroes, villains, one to blame
While wilted roses filled the stage
And the thrill, the thrill is gone
Our debut was a masterpiece
But in the end for you and me
Oh, the show, it can’t go onWe used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call
So hold for the applause, oh
And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow
Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the showAt least we stole the show
Darling, darling, you know that we are sold out
This is fading, but the band plays on now
We’re crying, crying, so let the velvet roll down, down
– FlorenceT
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MEANINGS AND MUSINGS 
My sons were/are into Drum ‘n’ Bass… I learned that hearing can be selective 😉
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Thanks for the follow, Florence. Nice site you have here.
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I have no kids although shared my friends’ (and have two goddaughters although one is now 20… My goodness, doesn’t time fly). It’s life I guess. Eventually we come around to realising that our parents weren’t always wrong. I like that song!
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They’d better come to that realisation… and soon. 🙂 They do test my limits! But as I hope they learn from me, I learn from them too… and not just about music. Guess all is well.
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Hi Florence! Great post! You are so insightful and a very cool mom (despite what your kids may say). I’m sure when they grow up they’ll look back and realize that their mom was the coolest. I love the poem/quote by Khalil Gibran and the poem at the end. Very cool! 😉
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Thank you for your support, Vashti. 🙂 I’ll just have to tell them LOL.
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