Which just goes to show

I have an embarrasing confession to make. My star-lit son sent me a tape of some of the music he wanted me to hear, a number of years ago. So on my way to the work-out room I picked up the tape, and thought I would listen to it. If I didn't like it, I'll only be out about an hours worth of listening time--and what's that? It should be inserted here that I am an insufferable snob. All his life I've been force-feeding my son classical music. Which I think everyone should learn about, and that it's important to understand the difference between a concerto and a cadenza. And my son does, and appreciates it. He knows the difference between Bach, Delibes, and Tchaikovsky (whose picture is hovering at the top right of this page)--but I made the mistake of thinking he couldn't introduce to me to any modern music. Listen, my son is brilliant, charming, intelligent, creative, and has excellent taste. Why on earth didn't I trust him in this matter?

At any rate, it proves, it just goes to show, that even old farts like me can learn something--could learn a lot of somethings if I would just "crawl out of my head" and listen to him--and listen to his music. The tape, by people I've never heard of, is some wonderful music.

That explains why Oscar Wilde said, "You should always surround yourself with younger people--you can learn so much from them." Opening your mind is as good as throwing open the window, feeling the sweeping cool wind, and looking over an alien landscape. And I apologize to my star-lit son for not trusting his taste in music.

Sometimes I wonder.