Music lover

I posted a while back about how much Juno loves music - and, don't get me wrong, this is a very good thing: I wholeheartedly support her interest in the arts... However, can you imagine what it is like to get home after a hard day at the office, to take off you coat and tie and wander upstairs to see the two girls that light up your life and make every day of mind (and, as the Americans say, ass)-numbing drudgery worth it, to find your little girl appreciating your cd collection like this?


There she is, grinning at the sound of her dad's weary tread upon the stair, surrounded by what? 10 or 15 years of your beloved music collection, hurled from one end of the room to the other? Yep, the Japanese imports, the expensive boxed sets, the vestiges of youthful rebellion (the staunch indie pop stuff and the hard core freakout rock), all dispersed in a radial fashion around the indescribably gorgeous little force of destruction.

And it is not like it is intentional. She is actually having fun. That's right, dad's cds are actually great fun to remove (very carefully, nay delicately) from the shelves, inspect both sided attentively, studying the photography and -in the case of some of the more obscure jazz?- the liner notes, before deftly flinging over one's left shoulder and moving on to the next.

Oh, for the days of 8-track...