I used to work in a record store. It was in the 2000’s so we didn’t actually sell records but our cassette game was on fleek if you know what I’m saying and if you do please translate because I’m old and tired.
We sold music, is the point, and I loved music and my co-workers (other than the hosebeast who tried to have me fired because I was younger and fleekier) loved good music so it was a non-stop music education sometimes interrupted by "working" and "customer service" and "eating fistfuls of candy in the bathroom."
Life was good.
My metabolism was still intact and I had a lip ring and my right hand was really good and fast at typing in SRP’s. It paid nothing and it was in the lowliest of malls but this job stands out in my heart if not my resume, because it was the last job I ever had where we all loved what we sold.
Our tastes ran wildly apart but we were all hardcore music nerds and, to a person, not douchey about it. We all just wanted to share our favourite albums and "Oh my god have you heard THIS? What about THIS? If you love X you’re going to lose your mind about Y!"
I was introduced to Modest Mouse, Kittie, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Spoon, Manu Chao, Wu-Tang Clan, Pavement, Division of Laura Lee, the epic Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers Christmas album and on and on. I also worked alongside a man who would a) introduce me to my husband and then b) become our daughter's godfather. Two members of my bridal party were co-workers.
Working at HMV changed my life in so many ridiculously wonderful ways.
Music is even more important to my husband. He makes music so he can hear elements of sounds that fly right over my head. When we were preparing for the birth of Stella we spent hours curating a playlist of music to play in the hospital. Our best laid plans for delivery were derailed by a girl who was wedged in tight under one of my assorted inner organs and the bass of our favourite Motown tracks ended up interfering with the baby's heart monitor so it was hastily turned off. A FOR EFFORT ANYWAY.
Stella was named after my favourite Interpol song, "Stella was a diver and she was always down." (A year later after a more careful listen my husband pointed out we named her after a prostitute so A FOR ARGH.)
All this to say music is very important around our apartment. After a recent record player purchase, Stella's chore chart success now results in new record treats. After years of subtle mind melding, she is obsessed with the more PG-rated Prince tracks and the incredibly under-rated Sheila E. We've introduced her to Heart, Al Green, Joan Jett, David Bowie and Michael Jackson.
There is no place in our collection for "kids music." We decided a long time ago there is enough amazing music that we love that is also completely appropriate for kid's ears. (Sexy Motherf-cker is on hold for now.)
As we ordered the start of a Beatles collection on vinyl, in one of those weird coincidence life moments, I got an invite to a Beat Bugs Launch party. (Ain't no party like a Netflix party LET ME TELL YOU.)
Ye Olde Officialness:
"Beat Bugs, a new Netflix original series for kids, is inspired by the music of The Beatles. The animated original series follows five best friends -- Jay, Kumi, Crick, Buzz and Walter -- who band together to discover life’s most important lessons in an overgrown suburban backyard, which to them is their entire universe.
Beat Bugs incorporates more than 50 songs from the Lennon/McCartney ‘Northern Songs’ catalog and features covers by world-leading music artists, including P!nk, James Corden, Robbie Williams, Eddie Vedder, Frances, The Shins, The Lumineers and Sia. All 13 episodes of the show’s first season will be available on Netflix as of August 3rd, 12:01pm PT."
Needless to say the first two episodes are delightful and we sang along to "Yellow Submarine" at the after-party (aka she froze with the mic like a chump and I off-key brought it home) and we are well on our way to the next important stage of parenting: instilling a love for one of the greatest bands of all time ever deep in her cranium. (Look casually at just one of their album's track listings. It's absurd.)
Being in charge of her music education has been, without a doubt, the best part of this parenting gig. I love that Netflix has tagged in to help us. Everything I love aligning? A FOR AMAZING.
Friends don't let friends endure garbage kid's music. Trust me, cue up Beat Bugs on August 3rd.
As a member of Netflix Canada's #streamteam I will be giving you the straight goods on what I'm watching each month in exchange for a yearly membership. It's a match made in heaven, really.