The other day, I found my 13 year-old son in the garage, painting and listening to music on the radio. He’s always been into classic rock, but like many kids, has no idea about the names of the groups or their significance. What followed was…well… pretty much what you’d expect.
Oh, you’re listening to The Who!
No, The Who.
The group you’re listening to. They’re called The Who.
The Who! The band! The band is called The Who!
I don’t get it.
I guess I should just be glad he has good taste in music. Heaven help me if he discovers The Band.