Thursday, October 01, 2009
One of the strange things about having a kid is that a new genre of music suddenly invades your life and takes up housekeeping. Many of these songs demonstrate an ability to get stuck in one's head and never leave. That's how, recently, I found myself quietly singing "Baby Beluga" one evening while walking the dog. In public. It couldn't have been something cool, like Metallica's "The Unforgiven" that decided to take up residence in my brain. It had to be "Baby Beluga".