In a cute, and probably predictable, turn of events, my 8-year-old daughter Fiona has become a bigger Miranda Lambert fan than I am.
She insists on hearing “her favorite singer” every morning on the way to school and goes to bed each night with Lambert’s latest album, Platinum, playing on her nightstand.
She even has a grand plan to get on The Voice and choose Blake Shelton as her coach during the blind auditions so that she can go to his house and meet his wife. After which she’d quit the show.
It’s interesting how our children adopt some of our favorites and not others. I don’t know that Fiona ever would have discovered Miranda Lambert on her own, so in that sense she certainly has me to thank for her fandom.
At the same time, it’s not as if she latches on to everything I listen to. She greets most of the music I play with bemusement or outright hostility. Frank Sinatra “sounds like Santa Claus” and Bob Dylan like “an old lady.” She gets only three bars into many songs before declaring them boring.
But she was clearly a Miranda Lambert fan in waiting. I’m happy to have made the introduction.
It’s easy getting messed up on the truth
It’s hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It’s hard staying sober when I’m getting over you
It’s hard to the leave the house when all I think about
Is how hard it might be to come back home
I wait here and watch the rain when you come back for your things
You’ll get what you want and then you’ll go
It’s hard staying sober when you ain’t staying over
It’s easy getting messed up on the truth
It’s hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It’s hard staying sober when I’m getting over you
It’s hard to quit this smoking when my will to fight is broken
It’s hard to quit a habit in a rush
Hits me in the morning, just like you I’m looking for them
Can’t seem to put down this pick-me-up
It’s hard staying sober when you ain’t staying over
It’s easy getting messed up on the truth
It’s hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It’s hard staying sober when I’m getting over you
Why you think the world drinks?
Why you think the world smokes?
Why you think we all sit around and tell a bunch of dirty jokes?
Somebody somewhere is out having a ball
And somebody’s laying around heartbroke
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
Meet Me In Montauk 
I think, generally, getting kids to love music of another generation is a much harder sell than current stuff. And, frankly, what kid would opt for “Blowin’ in the Wind” or “My Way” over something jangly and fun like this?
When our kids were younger, we could reel them in with Counting Crows or Fountains of Wayne (both a bit more current at the time than now). As they have gotten older, they have become more appreciative of older music from Billy Joel to Elton John to Tom Petty, etc.
One standout exception, at least for Maddie and to some extent Daniel, was the Beatles, but what person in his or her right mind wouldn’t love the Beatles at any age?
LOL at Fiona’s interpretations of Sinatra and Dylan 🙂 It is interesting how they like some and not others, at least our children didn’t think Sinatra sounded like “Santa Claus” unless of course he was singing “Jingle Bells”