Some expecting parents play Mozart for their unborn child, and while that would seem very appropriate in this the 250th year since Mozart's birth, we've taken a slightly different tack in our baby's prenatal musical exposure. Last weekend we took our baby to his or her first prenatal rock concert at the 930 club, a fantastic double billing of The New Pornographers and Belle & Sebastian, and I'd like to think our little peanut was rocking out to Testament to Youth in Verse, The Laws Have Changed, and The Stars of Track & Field. It's probably a bit of a stretch to believe that playing music for your unborn child will have any affect on it's intelligence, but I am holding out hope that we can affect our baby's taste in music. If only we were going to SXSW again this year, we'd really have a chance to turn our baby into a little hipster.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
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I think there must be some rule of nature that children seek the opposite of their parents whether in politics or in music. Allen listened to Mozart, Beethoven, Camelot, West Side Story, and here he is now rocking to The Pornographers. So play on, son.
I'm reading Freakonomics, the part about whether parents matter, and he says you can relax about picking Belle & Sebastian over Beethoven and Schopenhauer. Exposure to the fine arts doesn't correlate to test performance.
Oh, and parents matter--not so much for what they do but for who they've become.
Jury's still out on uncles, sadly.
Our unborn child will be attending his or her first Morrissey concert next month, and I say there is nothing better to expose your child to in utero than a little indie music. Beethoven, Schmeetoven.
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