little wing

act 1, scene 1 mother and daughter, driving in rush hour traffic, music plays on the radio

chellam and mom enthusiastically and loudly, if somewhat inaccurately, sing along to 'jukebox hero' 

act 1, scene 2 mother and daughter, at the dining table, settling down to some post dinner work, the first bars of music float out on mother's computer

mother - chellam, what music's that?

chellam - eyes flicking up from her book to an empty space on the wall in front of her

mmm...that's not jazz... it's blues. naice! who's the guitarist? 

mother stops just short of throwing herself across the table and smothering chellam with hugs. homework and other work is forgotten for a few minutes as mother and child talk about blues guitar and stevie ray vaughan

sweet child o' mine

me, at dinner, trying to educate my daughter on the delights of my  music, 80's rock.

chellam, cutting into my rapturous speech on the boss - oh i know rock. it's your pink floyd and guns n' roses and *andha kaalam bands like that.

me - (ignoring the andha kaalam reference, and quite impressed that she's actually knows some names) yes kanna, when we get home ill give you some of their music to put on your ipod.

chellam - sure ma. by the way, this guns n' roses thingy, are they like, as good as...mmmm.........  justin timberlake?

me, lost for words. completely.

now to find a wall and bang my head on it till pain takes the sound of those words away! 

* andha kaalam -literal translation:- those days. 

implication:- stuff you like to think fondly of, which has no relevance to my life in any way.