Going for the Funnies: Rock and Roll

From the September 25th Chicago Tribune.

THATABABY by Paul Trap

This is a new one in the Tribune.

FRAME 1: The Mom has a radio (or is that an iPod hookup, probably is) and it is playing "Here we are, now entertain us."

Dad says "Gah! You're playing Nirvana to the baby?!"

FRAME 2: Mom, "?" Dad, "His ears aren't ready for that! Please look at my chart!"

First we lay the foundation with a heavy rotation of CHUCK BERRY.

Then we hook him with harmony with those boys from the beach, the BEACH BOYS.

Next, we hop across the pond to embrace the BEATLES before roughing up the edges with the garage rock of the KINKS.

Scratching the dark underbelly of the STONES. And turning it up to Eleven with the arena rock bombast of the WHO.

We're now in position to scale Mount ZEPPELIN.

At the summit we go back to the basics with the RAMONES, Get ornery with JOHNNY ROTTEN and the boys and fight the good fight with the CLASH!!

Now we set the table for grunge with the PIXIES, and then, and only then, is the boy aurally adjusted for some NIRVANA!

LAST FRAME: Mom, "There's nothing there from the 80s."
Dad, "Didn't you hear? The '80s were expunged from the musical record."
Baby, "No Dexys?"

Sounds a bit Classic Rock to me. But, Dad has a good idea, except for the '60s part. That was some great music. At least there was no Snoop Dogg, rap or hip-hop.

What, No CCR? --RoadDog