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Listening to Pop Music With My Daughter and My Littlest Self
For one writer, Harry Styles and Ariana Grande provide an opportunity for both creative expression and familial connection
My 10-year-old daughter loves pop music. She’s newly smitten with Dua Lipa, has loved Ariana Grande since her Nickelodeon show Sam & Cat, and has been trying to convince me to watch Jada Facer’s YouTube channel for years. She finds comfort in major chords, the predictability of the structure and tone. She plays songs out until her siblings complain. Then she puts her headphones in and builds her own mental landscape that she walks and dances through, even if it’s just the living room.
Particularly attractive to her is the music’s projection of fun and positivity. Pop music makes colors brighter, candy sweeter. As she gets older and grows increasingly aware of the darkness at the edges of the world, she’ll hold onto that music. Wanting to help her fend off life’s inevitable difficulties, I must reluctantly accept her music choices, even if they’re not my music choices.
There is a song for every occasion.
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