Two days ago, Cleo and I walked through downtown Towson on our way to the WTMD studios to pick up a painted giant squid. (It turns out - but perhaps it's already obvious - that the conjunction of parenthood and an interest in contemporary art can lead to some intriguing outcomes). We walked through a hall stocked with CDs, and looked for Milkshake (no luck); we tapped on a door and saw a room full of young adults at computers. We were given the squid - and then we were given a brief tour of the facility, during which the DJ on request - Galler, that is - even waved at Cleo. And then, back in the car a few minutes later, we tuned in, and we heard Galler play a request.
It's a rather amazing phenomenon, isn't it, even in the age of the Internet 2.0: amazing, that is, that we really can place a call, voice a request, and then, if all goes well, hear the music that we wanted waft from our speakers a few minutes later. There's something wonderfully democratic about it, something inspiringly participatory. And so I explained it, as best I could, to Cleo - who immediate suggested that we call and ask for some Milkshake. Not likely, child, but I like the spirit. Stick to your guns.
Later in the day, while walking home from a dance class, we were thinking about another form of transmission: about this blog, in fact. I spent a few moments reminding Cleo that I post photos of her, and words about her, on the computer so that folks who are interested can know what she's up to. And what, I asked her, should I say today? 'You should write,' she said, after thinking for a moment, 'about what a great dancer I was today.'
Well, again: yes, perhaps... but no. This blog sometimes sags into something almost promotional, but we like to pretend that we still have some integrity. So how about, Cleo, we split the difference? I'll post of a photo of you and Meiying, above. And I'll admit it: you did work very hard in class. But let's open things up, too. We're on the air for about four more weeks. There's a seriously under-utilized comments section directly below each post. Anyone have any requests? Anything you want to know, or see?
We're here, on the air, hoping that you'll drop us a line.
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We out here in blogland have lots of questions, even if we are generally too shy to ask them. Here are a few, mostly directed at Cleo, who may have to ask her Dad to type in the answers.
ReplyDeleteDid Cleo hear the Vesperae Solennes of Mozart? If so, did she enjoy it?
Are princesses heroes? Are they superheroes?
Apart from Milkshake, what is the best music there is?
Is dancing well harder than singing a song well?
What might Peter Rabbit say if he could hear Milkshake? Would he like Lisa Singer?
Are puppets alive? Can a puppet love another puppet?
When Cleo made a cat for the SPCA, did she give it a name? If so, what did she call it?
Did Cleo have a favorite float in the Kinetic Sculpture parade? It's too bad she missed the Mad Scientist, but were there other good floats? Were any of them really funny? Did any of them make music?
Why is it fun to see someone smile?