It’s true. My daughter is old enough to not just recognize songs, but actually prefer certain ones over others.
I’d like to say that she’s still all in on her father’s Alt-J, Sigur Rós, Slint, TV on the Radio, and Wesley Willis plan… Alas, I’d be fooling myself.
She tolerates those just fine (for a minute or two), but there is one artist that simply cannot be denied. One artist that captivates her developing tympanic membranes completely. One artist…that she already LOVES.
God help me…
This damn song comes on, and Daphne freezes in place, her eyes go wide, and a huge smile spreads across her face. And, on Monday mornings when I’m driving her to her grandparents’ house, it causes the following:
So I guess a thank you is in order, Ms. Swift.