Unknown Languages

I used to be able to speak the language of a ten year old. Alas, I seem to have forgotten this strange brand of speech that can make the jump from pure love to belligerent demands in a nano-second. Fortunately I can still speak eight-year-old and five-year old. At least I don't have any problems communicating at these levels right now. Perhaps later I will. I think I can still speak teenager. We'll see. In the car, I now listen to Techno-Pop which is worse than Disco. I never thought anything could be worse than Disco but the kids have proven me wrong. Making it crazier is that most of today's big hits are based on riffs from songs that I grew up on. "Hey!" I'll yell, "That's the piano from Alone Again Naturally!" or "That's the guitar riff from Venturea Highway by America!." This promptly gets me ignored. They also listen to country music. I haven't listened that stuff since Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings died. It makes me remember when my kids and I listened to and sang to the same songs on the way to school. To this day, we continue to share music introducing ourselves to new things. Ah well, the times they are-a-changing, as the Major Prophet Bob Dylan once said. Afterwards he said "Times HAVE changed" and I know that its true. We now live in an age of Super Mom's and absent Dads. Musicians no longer play their own instruments because they're showing off their latest dance moves while delivering a lyric about ... nothing. Politics is now the most despicable of occupations, television News is all biased crap and Leadership has gone underground. The most prominent forms of entertainment revolve around other people's realities or escape to comic book heroes. Murder is the number one subject of literature, movies and television. As I think these things a song comes on the radio. "All the other kids with the Pumped up kicks better outrun my gun ... better outrun my bullet." It's catchy. I look at them as they sing along. They are the future and things are pretty screwed up right now. I still think of myself as a kid in a fifty-five year old body and believe that I continue to have a great deal to give. I believe that All you need is love and that love is all you need. Sighing, I resolve to regain my ability to speak like a ten-year-old