You might assume that as editor of Paste, my kids have grown up on a steady diet of Flaming Lips and Death Cab For Cutie. But somewhere along the way, my cultural influence over them was overwhelmed by the folks at Disney. Roly Poly Olie eventually gave way to Hannah Montana, Zack & Cody and the horrendous Wizards of Waverly Place. High School Musical begat Camp Rock and Demi Lovato. Someone told them that they could find Radio Disney on the AM dial, and I'd have to endure Selena Gomez and Jesse McCartney through waves of static.
It's not that I didn't try. Blessed were those rare CDs we all
loved—They Might Be Giants' No, the For the Kids series with Wilco and
Aimee Mann, everything from Ralph's World. And every Pastesteer them towards the best of Tween fare—artists like Taylor Swift
who actually write their own (very good) songs.
But when our 10-year-old Jordan started to sound a little like the snotty teenagers she was watching on TV, Hannah Montana and WizardsLovett, Patty Griffin, Kathleen Edwards, Over the Rhine, John Hiatt.
But it was Brandi Carlile they kept wanting to hear. By the time we saw her concert, my girls knew most of
the words. At Emma's ninth birthday party (a lock-in at the Pastelatest Miley Cyrus hit. The requests for Radio Disney stopped, and I overheard Jordan telling her friends she doesn't think Cyrus is a very good
So when Brandi recently came within half a mile of our house last week
to play a pair of intimate performances at Eddie's Attic, I took them to the early show. It was the
first real club concert for my kids. Eddie's has a
no-talking-during-the-performance rule, and my usually very loud children
abided. They sat patiently through a great opening set from Gregory
Alan Isakov, eagerly awaiting Brandi. They mouthed all the words except
when they couldn't resist singing along. When Brandi started clapping,
they clapped. When Brandi told the audience to stand, Emma stood up on
her stool with her hands in the air.
Jordan wrote her first song a couple of days after the show. She won't sing it to
me yet, but the lyrics are great. She began guitar lessons earlier
this year and is headed to girls rock camp this summer. Emma is saving
up her money for a guitar now. When they think of a future rock star,
the image is of a down-to-earth Carlile instead of a glammed-up
Disney isn't completely out of the picture. We still let them watch The Suite Life of Zack & Cody, and we all love the brilliant Phineas and Ferb—the best thing Disney has done since The Little Mermaiddid start singing a Katy Perry tune a couple months ago). But right now I love it when even my four-year-old will
ask for "cruise music" and we can crank up Brandi's "live from Paste"
tracks and sing our hearts out.