After dinner Friday the kid wanted to do a jigsaw puzzle and I thought that we might as well have a musical backdrop for our quality time. I felt in a rock & roll mode and my hand fell on the White Album. Eventually Revolution #9 came along, and all these decades later, you know, it holds up pretty well. Anyhow, the kid with furrowed brow was trying to figure out which way a piece of Thomas the Tank Engine would fit, and I was making helpful suggestions when I noticed that in his little munchkin voice he was intoning “Number nine... Number nine... Number nine...” Now that’s Quality Time.
Coincidentally, yesterday afternoon I could hear my daughter attempting to work her way through a new song on her guitar upstairs, in her room above my office. I was struggling to place the song, which sounded familiar. She came downstairs and asked me to help her figure out some slide notation in the tab, and realized she was learning Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" (which I have to point out is a song that I think of as from my generation, but actually came out when I was about ten).
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