Kiddie Muzak

This year, for Chanukah (or, as my mother refers to it, The Holidays), my parents got the boys a stereo for their room. Several family members sent CDs for their listening pleasure. Key word is “their” as several selections make “my” ears bleed.

One that’s got to go is the soundtrack for Sky High. Even my hottie painter a few weeks back stopped mid-stroke, cocked his head and asked,

“What the hell is that?”

I told him that was an experiment where producers took terrific songs we grew up with and made them lame. How lame? You decide.

And She Was

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

One Thing Leads to Another

Lies

Voices Carry

True

and worst of all...

I Melt With You