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start turning purple

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Maggie has taken to bursting in on my violin practices and doing a little jig while flapping her arms and making excited noises. We've decided she's got gestational klezmer: as Jack says, like gestational diabetes, but funkier.

And don't get me started on 'Zvezda Rok-N-Rolla', by Russian ska-punk band Leningrad: a recent addition to the Rebs repertoire, it's now Becca's absolute favourite song in the world ever, eliciting screams of joy when we play it in the car, and pleas for repeat hearings. After months of which she can now produce a creditable imitation of the Russian lyrics, which are, sadly, of such surpassing filthiness that we're unlikely to take her to Russia any time soon lest acute social awkwardness ensue when she decides to start singing the rather rousing chorus: it'd be like taking her to the US and having her break into 'Too Drunk To Fuck'. My word, I'm a bad mother.

4 Comments:

Hello, I like this blog.
Sorry not write more, but my English is not good.
A hug from Portugal

By Blogger Anastácio Soberbo, at 7:52 PM  

I'm a bad mother too. My four year old daughter's current favorite, and most requested cd is one she refers to as yellow Gogol Bordello. I'm just trusting to luck that she never breaks into a chorus of "think globally, fuck locally" at any embarrassing juncture.

Um, btw we have never met in real life but I came across your blog through a number of mutual acquaintances blogs- Morgues for one. My name is Amanda (just so you know I'm not a totally random weirdo)

By Blogger Make Tea Not War, at 12:53 PM  

Hi Amanda.
Funny how one's own confessions of bad motherhood always elicit confessions from others, and if you're really lucky, the whole thing will escalate into a sort of anti-competetive parenting confess-in.

By Blogger elderflowerpressee, at 1:16 PM  

MTNW - Rebecca loves Gogol Bordello too. She sings "Start wearing purple, wearing purple..." at random intervals. Except that she sings the slight variant that we use for when Maggie is doing a nappy, so it comes out as "Start turning purple, turning purple.... start turning purple for me now..."

By Blogger Jack, at 10:22 PM  

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