The Food of Love

Hello Children, everywhere.

Musical taste is a funny thing, and children’s musical tastes are, well, maybe not funny. Perhaps weird and wonderful is more apt.

There’s Hannah: if she’s not rockin’ all over the world with Status Quo, she’s feeling the love tonight with Elton John on her Disney Classics CD.

She got a CD/radio from Santa last Christmas, and for weeks the only CD she had to play on it was called Santa’s Greetings and it involved much ho-ho-ho-ing and a few schmaltzy songs with her name inserted by mysterious digital means.

I threw a few newspaper freebie CDs her way (which is how she developed a taste for Quo) but by the time it was her birthday I was climbing the walls, so when parents of party invitees asked what she’d like, CDs were one of my suggestions.

Now she’s awash with Pop Party Hits, Disney Classics and Hits from the Sixties (that last one courtesy of my mother).

Ben’s first love was McFly, closely followed by Busted. Now he seems to be going through a Kaiser Chiefs phase, with Plain White T’s a close second.

It makes me look back with fondness on those long gone car journeys enlivened with songs like Wheels on the Bus, If You’re Happy and You Know it and Three Little Monkeys, when all the actions meant I had my hands waving in the air more than on the wheel.

I did once hit the car in front, but this was more to do with arguments over eating sandwiches before biscuits than acting out Tumble Tots songs.
Hannah still remembers it as the Thunderbirds moment, as when the car went bang, a vintage (and therefore metal) Thunderbirds 2 came whooshing off the back shelf of the car onto her head.
Still, the seatbelts worked, and it was only a shunt.

Now, if it’s not a story tape, it’s an argument over music.
When Mike pitches in we sometimes have to listen to Gary Moore. Even Disney Classics are preferable, although it’s a close call.

The one CD we can all agree on, on a good day, is a three-pack called Hello Children Everywhere.
It has archive tracks like Jake the Peg, The Runaway Train, Big Rock Candy Mountain, I’ve Lost My Mummy, Lily the Pink, Ernie, Tie me Kangaroo Down, My Boomerang won’t come Back
You name a song that Ed Stewpot played on Junior Choice on a Saturday morning, and it’s there.

Except for that little kid saying Hello Darling on a jingle they used ad infinitum.

I wonder what happened to him?

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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6 Responses to The Food of Love

  1. I should think he’s still saying it!

  2. JUnior Choice. God, that takes me back.

    Kaiser Chiefs rock though – I went to see them in February.

  3. Omega Mummy says:

    I’ve been through three sets of Junior Classics now, and just hearing the opening of ‘I’m a pink toothbrush,’ is enough to make my eye twitch. One friend refused to have any kids’ music in the car and played them jazz instead. You’ve got to admire it.

  4. Drunk Mummy says:

    My kids are such creatures of habit that one year it took us until May before I could persuade them to change the ‘Frosty the Snowman’ CD in the car. We were singing ‘Walking in a Winter Wonderland’ on days when you could fry an egg on the pavement.

  5. debio says:

    Oh, drunk mummy, should I have heard ‘Sleigh Bells in the Snow’ one more time last Christmas, I would have stopped my car and sobbed by the roadside. It was 25 degrees in the shade and only two people in the whole country had ever seen snow – and I am one of them….!

  6. Jen says:

    I’ve dragged my offspring up with a combination of Star Wars soundtracks (a sneaky sod way of making them listen to classical music!) and Flanders & Swann. The looks I get when we’re stopped in a sleepy village, windows open, littlies bellowing ‘bloody January again’ is always good for a laugh.

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