Hahaha this morning I made the kids in the carpool listen to Belle and Sebastian. I'm sure the lads didn't know what to make of the lilting melodies, Stuart Murdoch's soaring angelic voice singing about the stars of track and field wearing their terry underwear, and the horn section wailing away.
They never know whether I'm going to torture them with the Dead Kennedys or Martha Wainwright or the Constantines or Joy Division or the Soft Pink Truth, or whatever fresh hell I put them through. Some days it's the most fun I have, sadly.
Chad, of course, is immune to it all, as he's always plugged into Brazilian hair metal. He's very specific in his musical genres, that way. Who knew Brazil had so many hair metal bands?