He’s probably more of a summer

My Honey had his favorite music channel on while he was studying the other day.  Lately, if I don’t have hockey finals on the TV then he has Palladia on.  Palladia shows concert footage.  I’ll admit there are some really great shows: huge concerts from Hyde Park, small venues from all over, some really great acts.

This weekend he happened to have a concert on from Green Day.  It was great show of live footage interspersed with interviews from the band about the songs, their experiences, etc.  My Honey and I both like Green Day a lot.

Sassy wandered into the room fresh from the clean, unblemished faces of the Disney Channel and walked into a Green Day.  That’s quite a culture shock.  You’d think, having a musician father she’d be used to unusual people.  Apparently various facial piercings and multiple tattoos did not prepare her for Billie Joe Armstrong.

“Oh. My. God,” Sassy began.  Her mouth hung wide open as she stared at the television.  “Is that a boy?”

“Yes,” I tell her.  I clue her into the names of the band and the singer to whom she is referring.

She shakes her head, perplexed.  She has taken on the attitude of an octogenarion.  She’s eight next month, not eighty.  “Well, I kind of like the music,” she discloses, “but he’s wearing makeup.”

“Yep.” 

“Well, he’s wearing way too much and he didn’t put it on very well. Also, I don’t know if black eyeliner is the best choice” 

It seems she’s gotten past the fact that he’s a boy and wearing make up.  Now her problem is that she doesn’t like his application techniques.  Whatever.  The younger generation always thinks their parents are losers.

Maybe our punk musicians would be cooler if they had their color wheels done.