Gigi has discovered music.  And I mean discovered music in that way where you seal yourself in your room and turn it up LOUD kind of way.  I asked her, once, why Jude can’t come in to dance too.  Gigi replied, “Mom, I need privacy to ROCK OUT!”

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At the tender age of four, Gigi’s eyes and ears landed on Hannah Montana, that Mecca of preadolescent pop music.  We denied her.  We said she was too little for Hannah Montana and diverted her to Princess Tea Party music and Disney soundtracks.  Then came kindergarten.  I am not sure whether or not the girls in Gigi’s class give a fig about Hannah Montana, but we finally relented after two years of resisting and let her listen, watch, and gyrate to Hannah.  She was in love.  The best song?  The Best of Both Worlds.  The best show?  The one where the hick cousin comes to visit and is mean to Miley (who is the real Hannah by the way; apparently and blonde wig is all it takes to totally hide your identity).  We were all shocked at how quickly our girl  was sucked into the Hannah Montana obsession.

Hannah’s discs got scratched (oh-so-sad) and the computer in Gigi’s room broke (no more episodes as I am not watching the tripe on the main TV) and Hannah fell to the wayside.  While Hannah is still in Gigi’s top two, another songstress has entered the ring: Taylor Swift.  The first time Gigi heard ‘You Belong to Me,’ Gigi screeched, “Mama, I like this song!”  While I am not a huge Taylor Swift fan, I find her much more palatable than Miss Montana.

We bought the CD, Fearless, half price at the Everett Mall where a record store was going out of business.  With our minimal exposure, I was not sure what to expect.  We popped the disc in and were nonplussed.  But you know how if there is only one CD in the player then you listen to it way too much and it grows on you and you know pretty much every word to every song on the thing?  That has happened.  Plus we you-tubed her videos and watched her on the Grammys.  That helps to build a fan.PICT0063

The other day it was probably 50 something degrees out, not a cloud could be found, and the sun was shining its glory down.  We were on our way from point A to point B and Taylor Swift was in the player.  We rolled down the windows and sang our hearts out as loud as we could.  ‘She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers.’  It was a moment, well if you count five replays of the same song a moment.  Like I said, it is not necessarily my thing, but I was loving that my daughter and I were in this moment of togetherness, singing in as one, embracing the day.  She’s my girl.


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