Elmo

For a few years back in college, I was responsible for, and had a campus job of bringing smaller touring artists to the campus and to play in our local coffee shops… I frankly loved it. I really enjoyed getting promotional artist CDs, negotiating rates, learning who was out there, diving into discographies, and falling in love with music likely very few people would hear of… and still to this day, i listen to several of those artists…. I’m looking at you Brass Tree, Venice Maki, Jessica Sonner… the list could go on..

And after very quickly realizing that it made literally zero sense to find artists that had potentially broad campus-wide appeal (as we literally had… 15-20 people show to any given show), I just started picking artists I wanted to listen to live. It worked for me 🙂

Anyway, I kept thinking about this post today as right now, my car stereo has exactly one DJ: my kid. And his entire setlist consists of Elmo.

Apparently, I’ve been unsuccessful in teaching him the wise words of Jason LeVasseur (another artist I brought in). the DRIVER, young son, the DRIVER is the DJ.

So, the current car DJ’s setlist consists of Elmo. “Elmo’s Song.” “Happy Dance.” Rinse, repeat.

Thank GOD i have the ability to notice little new things in the music just to keep my sanity—but when you’ve got an adorable toddler in the backseat yelling “ELMO? ELMO?!” with the kind of urgency usually reserved for national emergencies… well, let’s just say I’m captive to the red fuzzy guy’s greatest hits (and I don’t hate it?).