It’s All About The Bass!
Now, if you are anything like me, the minute you read the title of this piece, you would have started singing a bit of Meghan Trainor to yourself. I love a bit of good old chart music and if I’m lucky my boys will still join in once in a while when I shake my booty round the lounge and dance like there is no-one watching. I am sad to say that these occasions are getting less and less though as they sway more towards their dad’s taste in music.
I knew when I agreed to marry my husband that I would be competing with the second love of his life…………….his decks! Several years ago he prided himself in being known as DJ Lager around his uni campus. (I kid you not I’m afraid!) He loved nothing more than turning up a bit of hard house and drum and bass and mixing his tunes together. He’s often reminiscing about his Technics 1210’s MKII. I would love to say that I knew what he was talking about but after 15 years I still haven’t got a clue! Just saying the words makes me feel like an embarrassing mum trying out the kids new lingo!
When our first son came along the decks were lucky enough to keep their bedroom. The story of the decks wasn’t so sweet when our second son came along though. They were condemned to the garage where they would be forgotten about under a layer of dust! My wannabe DJ, unable to chase his dream had to make do with ‘beefing up’ the speakers in the lounge. His wireless speakers booming out surround sound from the television are his pride and joy and god forbid if anyone tampers with them! Maybe I should compliment these by getting him the Technics c700 integrated amp for Christmas this year instead of a Christmas jumper like last year.
But it would seem his love of music is genetic. One by one my boys are switching off capital fm in my car and tuning in the local ‘edgy’ radio station which, if I’m honest, is probably targeted at people somewhere in the middle of theirs and their dads age group (don’t tell my husband I said that!) Before long, my husbands second love is going to resurface as our sons show an interest in his decks and he teaches them the art of mixing. It looks like I’m going to have to work on my embarrassing mum dancing and practice some up temp shape dropping as well as my booty wiggling as let’s face it, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!