“My Child Is Completely Fine!!”

British men in their 40s-60s just hit different

WHAT ARE THESE WORDS??? THEY’RE JUST DINNER ROLLS

Mclennon is a middle school lesbian situationship but with adult men

I’m convinced Alan Partridge isn’t just a character anymore, it’s like a Jekyll and Hyde situation

Yuh huh

Yep

Autism is having a special interest and researching every niche aspect of said interest, being really excited to share info about it when someone asks. ADHD is being unable to give someone complete info on your special interest when they ask because your memory is shit and you can only remember vague details.

Not using the tags because these have stories

Three main songs come to mind, Yellow Submarine (the Beatles), B.J. Don’t Cry (Moxy Früvous), and Electric Car (They Might Be Giants).

When I was a child I would NEVER go down to bed easily, I’m talking would stay up for ages because I was afraid of nightmares (I did not have nightmares nearly often enough for this to be a relevant fear). So to combat this this, my dad developed the habit of sitting in my room and singing to me while he held me in the rocking chair, and his favorite song to sing to me was Yellow Submarine. I LOVED this song (and I still do) because it always made me think of being warm and safe in my dad’s arms, and when he sings it now to my youngest brother when he can’t sleep I tear up a lil.

If you did not grow up in Ontario, Canada or most of Upstate New York, the chances are that your ears were never graced with the acapella sounds of Moxy Früvous. Think the exact middle point between Barenaked Ladies and They Might Be Giants, and that’s basically Moxy Früvous. Their most popular album was titled Bargainville, and one year (before I was born) my dad illegally burnt a copy of Bargainville onto a CD for my mom, and the two of them played it quite a bit for me growing up. My absolute favorite song was called B. J. Don’t Cry, the story of this guy who falls in love but she doesn’t love him the same and he banishes her from his kingdom when she cheats on him a bunch (obviously I didn’t comprehend this as a kid). When I tell you little 3yo me knew all the lyrics, I knew ALL the lyrics, and I would skip to that song on the CD. I played that so much that when I play the CD now 14 years later it’s so scratched over B.J. Don’t Cry from how often I listened to it.

Around the same age as the other two songs, I first heard Electric Car. My mother had recently gotten a new phone, and kept the old one for me to play educational games on and listen to kids music. One of the apps (I can’t remember the name) had the music video for Electric Car, and I loved it so much and it calmed me down so much that we incorporated it into my bedtime routine (remember how I said I struggled to go down to bed?). I would put on my favorite duck pajamas, get in bed between my mom and dad, and then watch the music video before going to bed.

The moral of the story? KIDS REMEMBER EARLY MUSICAL MEMORIES, ESPECIALLY ONES THAT MEAN A LOT TO THEM!!!

reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)

Just got Abbey Road on vinyl. Listening to Here Comes the Sun on a physical media rather than streaming it? ABSOLUTELY ETHEREAL EXPERIENCE

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Realized I had the vinyl for Meet the Beatles (my dad bought it for me second hand way before I was into their music) so I put it on and started reading the vinyl cover. The cover had a woman’s name written at the top, as well as the names of each Beatle scribbled in above a photo of them on the back. I got hit with the sudden realization that this vinyl was probably owned by someone else my age when it first came out, and she probably fangirled over them while listening to this vinyl with friends. What difference is there between me and her? We are connected through time and space by the single experience of listening to a Beatles vinyl and I think that’s beautiful.