When I grew up the first thing to go was milk ... I doubt I drank mild without benefit of coffee for fifteen years after college. Then went video games, then finally music. Face it, the Clash is to a fifteen year old what Buddy Holly was to me in 1977. Legend yeah, but he ain't no Electric Light Orchestra. The best part of having kids late is that you get all of that good stuff back.
It started with milk and peanut butter. Then I got back the video games and now I've got back pop, bubblegum music. Oh by the way, my nine year old daughters favorite album: London Calling by the Clash circa 1979. Here's my favorite from her Ipod (great music for vacuuming at 10 in the A.M.):
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