The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

‘Now I’m lucky to find half an hour a week in which to get funky’


Yeah, so, I would never say that I was cool when it came to music. I was always pretty lame.

Now, I’m even more lame. I am almost completely clueless when it comes to new music. I know the bands/singers by name, because I read gossip entertainment sites and magazines, but I don’t actually know their music.

Of course, being completely ignorant of new music has its benefits. Remember that song “Call Me Maybe” that everyone was obsessed with last year? I heard that song about six months after it was a thing, and that’s only because it was on “So You Think You Can Dance.”  I don’t think I have ever heard a Justin Beiber song. It’s OK to be jealous.

I hardly ever buy music. The last album I bought was Adele’s “21” and that was – what? – two years ago. I know, I know. Don’t laugh at me. I’m a 42-year-old white lady. I’m genetically predisposed to love Adele.

I have satellite radio in the car, but I spend most of the time listening to the 80s station, the old school rap station or the news. I rarely put it on a station that will introduce me to new music. Mighty, mighty good man David is way cooler than me when it comes to music. He listens to the college radio station in the car. He listens to cool people such as Santigold and TV on the Radio and other bands that I only know of because he mentioned them to me.

Like a lot of things in my life, this reminds me of an episode of “The Simpsons” — in particular this exchange between Homer and Marge in the “Homerpalooza” episode.

Homer: I was in a record store, and they were playing all these bands I’d never heard of. It was like the store had gone crazy.

Marge: Record stores have always seemed crazy to me. Music is none of my business.

Homer: That’s all well and good for you, but I used to rock and roll all night and party every day. Then it was every other day… now I’m lucky to find half an hour a week in which to get funky. I’ve got to get out of this rut and back into the groove.

In this conversation I’m both Homer and Marge. I used to be Homer, but I’ve turned into Marge. “Music is none of my business.” How sad is that.

When I was a kid, we always had the radio on. And then when MTV launched, we switched from the stereo always being on to MTV always being on. There was always music on in the house, and music was a big part of my childhood. My mom and my sister love to dance, and they are good. Me? Well, I dance like this:

I don’t want you to think we don’t play music for The Spawn. We play music in our house. We have a “Schoolhouse Rock” station on Pandora that The Boy seems to really like. I also play a lot of classic R&B and soul like Wilson Pickett, or we listen to the Beastie Boys, because I’m trying to raise my son right, while David plays bands like The Kinks.

But this is all music we already know. It’s old stuff. I don’t have a lot of new music in my life. Basically, when it comes to music, I’m not trying hard enough.

Everyone is talking about the new Daft Punk album, so I’m streaming it right now while I write this. (It’s funky as hell. I’m really enjoying it. I suspect “Get Lucky” is going to be stuck in my head for a while.) Every time I hear a Vampire Weekend song I think, “This is a good song.” Vampire Weekend just released a new album, and I’m going to listen to it, dammit!

There’s a lot of music out there, and I don’t know where to start. I need your help, you guys. What should I be listening to? What do you like? Help a sister out!


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

8 thoughts on “‘Now I’m lucky to find half an hour a week in which to get funky’

  1. I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a rut, too. We bought the new Cold War Kids album, and I like it. Atoms for Peace (Thom Yorke’s other band besides Radiohead, in case you don’t know) has a new album out too and I love it. The kiddo even likes it. Other than that…uh…um…I listen to a lot of 80s music, too.

  2. I’m not really up with the music anymore these days either. I usually have NPR on in the car because I’m old (and pretentious).

    But we still have music playing all the time. Karli plays the new music and, like David, I go for The Kinks.

  3. YOu had me at Wilson PIckett. I have no idea what that Daft thing or that Vampire thing is, but I respect the hell outta you for giving this your attention. Music makes me a better person, but who has the time? Love this line: I’m a 42-year-old white lady. I’m genetically predisposed to love Adele.

    Same here!

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