So all the kids have been pretty excited to get ready. That helps a lot when trying to get them to clean up. They were really good little worker bees tonight. It's so rewarding to have them work so cheerfully. They actually can help a lot when they get into the groove.
Right now Miles and I are listening to iTunes on the computer. We've got some good speakers with a sub-woofer in the bedroom, so we can sit on the bed and listen to music. Lisette was in here earlier listening to Diana Krall and Edie Brickell. Miles came in and then we listened to Dave Matthews and Morrissey.
I remember when I was a kid I would listen to my dad's music on his record player and on his reel-to-reel (anyone remember those?) If you thought 8-tracks were old, they were even older. I remember listening to Simon and Garfunkel, The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Olivia Newton John (who I always referred to as Olivia Fig-Newton John). I still have very fond memories of Simon and Garfunkel and The Carpenters, though now I would never admit to listening to Barry Manilow. Though I have to confess that his song Copacabana is one of my little guilty pleasures. The kids really get a kick out of the song too, probably because I know all of the words and I always have to sing along with it. It's campy, silly, maudlin, and very disco. Absolutely fabulous. And in case you can't remember all the words, I've included them below for your nostalgic enjoyment.
What songs will my kids remember when reminiscing of their childhood? It seems like some music ages better than others. Of course I have such impeccable taste in music that it is inevitable that they will appreciate all of my music, though I have a suspicious feeling that my dad thought the same thing.
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love
(Copa Copacabana)
His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love
(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love
(Copa) don't fall in love
Copacabana
Copacabana
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