While listening to the new Dr. John record in the car the other evening, Declan and I had the following conversation:
Declan: Mom, who is this? I feel like I’ve heard this voice before.
Me: It’s Dr. John.
Declan: That doesn’t sound right. Did you play him on this iPod before?
Me: I don’t think so. But… well, there’s a lot of Tom Waits.
Declan: Is his voice all… scratchy like this?
Me: Yeah, kinda gravelly…
Declan: What’s gravelly?
Me: Low and scratchy, I guess. Like he has gravel in his voice.
Declan: Oh yeah, it’s Tom Waits I’m thinking of.
Me: You are a pretty hip six-year-old, trying to tell the difference between those two voices. You met Dr. John, you know.
Declan: I did?
Me: He played your uncle’s festival one year.
Declan: Why did I meet him? What did he say? I don’t remember that. Did you meet him?
Me: We all met him. We ate lunch together. You were a baby. Your dad had him sign a book for you.
Declan: I haven’t seen that.
Me: I’ll ask him to look for it.
Yeah, what he said.
What we were listening to:
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