St. Mary is about 14 years older than me. She’s a musician and has much more in the way of pop culture knowledge than I, not just by virtue of being older, but that I’m pop culturally “behind” due to my Mormon upbringing. So I have lots of catching up to do.
The running joke between us and our “gap” is music.
While the saga is long and ongoing these are the last couple of chapters:
Me: Did you know that Sting was in a group before he was Sting? The Firefighters.
St. Mary: Uhm, I think you mean the Police.
Me: Right, that sounds familiar.
A week later…
Me: I’m looking for this song that has a line like “Carry on my wayward son.” Do you know who sings that?
St. Mary: (sings the tune and the words) Carry on my wayward son. Yeah, lemme think for a minute. *One google search later* Yeah, that’s what I thought. Kansas. The song is by Kansas.
I proceed to check all the Alabama album covers for the next week and still can’t find the song anywhere.
Skip to Sunday night.
Me: Hey, Friar Thomas, I’ve been looking for this song all week and I can’t find it. Do you have any Alabama albums with this on it.
St. Mary: (sings) Carry on my wayward son.
Friar Thomas: That’s an Alabama song?
Me: Yeah, St. Mary looked it up for me.
St. Mary: It was Alabama? Really? That doesn’t sound right.
Friar Thomas: Wait a minute – Kansas. That’s a Kansas song.
Me: Alabama, Kansas whatever they’re both somewhere in the south.
Evidently this is a great joke for them as they’re both huge music people and I’m still learning about the Rock revolution that I missed while being raised under a rock in ass in of nowhere. So now that I know how to play the game I left the house tonight while they were eating.
St. Mary: Are you going to a shop with a band?
Me: Just a band that does cover songs for that old Volkswagen group.
Friar Thomas: Volkswagen group? (thinks) volkswagen-volkswagen. Is this another one of her name things?
St. Mary: (nods) What sounds like Volkswagen? (thinking)
Me: Maybe it was the ladybugs or something.
St. Mary: Ladybugs. Volkswagen. These kids these days.
I turned to leave while Friar Thomas scratched his head in bewilderment.
Me: I thought I made it easy tonight with the Beatles.
St. Mary/Friar Thomas: Ah! The Beatles!
St. Mary: We’re in trouble now, Friar Thomas… she’s starting to catch on.
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