The Breeders: My Baby is a Hipster

It's pretty much a given that all babies love music. And like all babies, The Kid loves Baby Beluga, the entire early 80s Sesame Street catalogue as sung by his parents, and he can even clap along with patty-cake as of this week. But, that's not what he really loves.

The kid loves vinyl. He's a total hipster.

and I are not hipsters. We don't put enough time and energy into our wardrobe, tend to move out of neighborhoods just as they are starting to get expensive restaurants, and bars that serve cheap beer. I don't like Adam with facial hair (especially ironic facial hair), and I only need glasses when I stare at the computer for too long. But, we do have a lot of records. 

Thanks to Adam's long career in the independent music scene, we had a pretty good collection going before we came to Alameda — but then we found . 

I had already recreated my parents' album collection of my youth for a whopping 20 bucks at a couple of years ago, so we have a lot of folk rock, and of course the staple of any child born during the Carter administration: Free To Be You And Me. So, when I'm in charge of flipping over the record we are usually playing Joni Mitchell or James Taylor, unironically.

But, thanks to Rocket Reuse's store credit policy (by the way, Adam created their sign out front when they changed names) Adam can browse the shelves weekly and come home with everything from Blondie to Perez Prado. The Kid loves them all. 

Not only can he bounce to the music, but he can watch the record spin, critique the album art, and (his favorite activity) practice standing while he turns the record player off and on, off and on, off and on ... off and on.

But, we don't just have a vinyl lover on our hands, it seems we have a DJ - a DJ so hipster he produced a metacommentary by turning "Sounds of Silence," well, silent.

He's becoming more nuanced now that he has found the volume knob.

Of course, true hipsters musical tastes aren't limited by things like melody. The sounds that get The Kid dancing even harder than Popscene at The Rickshaw Stop? The blender and vacuum. 

The music The Kid is going to be into in 20 years is going to be totally unlistenable and totally hip ... we just won't get it.