I'm still on about the Shrek soundtrack.
Our car lately has been the scene of wild mood shifts as I accommodate first Annika's request to hear the melancholy "Hallelujah," followed by Frankie's bouncy favorite, "I'm on My Way." And then back again.
Every time Anni hears the final strains of "Hallelujah," she gives a deep and satisfied sigh.
I said, "Wow. Anni. That sure is a beautiful song."
She said, "Yes, it is. And very sad
it hit me what it is about this song that so appeals to her. It's sad
. We have a fairly large collection of children's music, plus adult music that I've deemed "good kid's music," and have therefore stored in the playroom. But what I have denied her is exposure to some good, cry-your-eyes-out, light-a-candle, heave-a-sigh sad
It makes sense, though. Who wants to dress their preschooler in black turtlenecks and inspire Morrissey-level fits of depression at an age when putting shoes on their hands, and then having the shoes debate the merits of ballet versus tango is just another afternoon's activity?
And, yet, even when you're not depressed, there's something deeply satisfying about hearing a half-whispered, tortured ode to sadness. Who doesn't remember the first time they heard a really super-sad song, and then had to listen to that song 58 times in a row in your room with all the lights out? For me it was Elvis Costello's
"I Want You" from the appropriately mordantly titled Blood and Chocolate
. All those teen hormones running rampant, and there I was sobbing along to a song and wondering when, oh when, I would find someone who would really get
these deep, deep, deep
feelings of mine.
I guess I just wasn't anticipating that Anni would need or want that type of catharsis at age 4. But then later that evening I told Annika that it was too late to go over to Sabrina's house. She melted into tears; her face had "tragedy" written all over it. And because she is also just learning the important skill of putting her emotions into words, she was wailing, "But I am so sad about that! I am really really really sad."
I managed to keep a straight face, because nothing pisses that girl off more than me finding amusement in her extravagant misfortune, and offered a few sympathetic words. Struggling to make it even more clear how really sad
she felt, she said, "I wish I could be in that Hallelujah song right now."
So, yes, I guess I need to find a few more moods to offer up in our musical experiences. Although I think I'll skip the rage music. Steroids and thrash metal before full frontal lobe development
? I don't think so.