My girls spent the day with my Mom yesterday . Thing 2 said to me when she got home, “Grandma was listening to the WORST SONG EVER . Because it’s her month to do Tennessee……and I guess the singer is from Tennessee…..”
I don’t even know how to explain what doing Tennessee means.
My Mom has …themes, I guess you could say? Every month, she pics a different state,color,letter. So, like … if the color of the month is yellow, all the candles in her house need to be yellow and the sheets on her bed and the soap in the soap dish. If
it’s Tennessee month, so she’ll watch movies set in Tennessee and listen to bands from there. She doesn’t have the Internet or even a computer, so she goes to record shops and spends gobs of money on CDs and vinyl because she needs to listen to this one band who’s name starts with the letter L or whatever letter she’s doing…even though it isn’t the type of music she would listen to on her own or ever will again.
She gets points for being open minded to new things,I guess.
My kids are always saying, “Grandma, you should just get the Internet so you can listen to that band on youtube!”. I don’t know what they’re thinking by suggesting that. The world does not need my Mother to ever be on the Internet. No one wants such a thing to ever happen. Trust me.
Thing 2 described in detail what this Worst.Song.Ever. sounded like.
“Something about ‘what’s it gonna take, America?’ There are people doing drugs and kidnapping kids and a baby dies! At the end. A mom and dad are beating a baby and it’s all really dramatic…’a bottle crashes to the floor’ and the kid is dead. And we know this because it says that Heaven or God got another angel.”
Insert eye roll at the end of that .
This. This is the song. Sorry. If my kids had to listen to it, you do ,too.