The BeatlesMy mother was 100%  a 1960s hippie. Beautiful extra long straight hair, amazing floral dresses and peasant blouses, beautiful natural material long necklaces, and an enormous collection of 60s and 70s rock and folk albums. This is the music I grew up listening to, and since there was a music all around, music all the time strict policy in my house, I listened to A LOT of rock and roll. We even had a music room and family gatherings were usually a bit of a jam session, my mom played the piano, my uncle played the guitar, my grandpa would rock the maracas, I was of course the tambourine girl/ choreographer since I was the only dancer in the family. We would play, listen to music and then when things got a bit wild, it was ¨making up crazy lyrics time¨ and things got really out of hand. None of these sessions (and I’m talking years and years of Sujo family jam) ever took place without the presence of four little Englishmen: John, Paul, George and Ringo.Illustrated Lyrics The Beatles

The obsession started early since the lullabies my mother sang with her beautiful voice always came from them, Mr. Bob Dylan and of course Mr. Johnny Cash, and yes, Mother Goose also made occasional appearances. This is why when I read the article I’m about to share with you, my eyes were filling up with tears and my face had a huge smile on it, thinking of how music is timeless and how new generations are still getting a taste of those incredible rock and roll tunes from the 60s, the ones I grew up with and that still crush my heart every time. So without further ado, I give you the cutest, sweetest tale of how The Beatles and their music are passed down to a little boy in this New York Times’ article by Paul Greenberg. You don’t want to miss this one, trust me!

Whether you’re singing The Beatles as lullabies like my mom did, or having a deep and beautiful conversation like Paul Greenberg had with his son, any child will love to spend time listening to how important music and its story is to their parents. Most kids will be wide eyed and fascinated to hear the excitement in their parents’ voice. I can still remember sitting on the edge of my mom’s bed, listening to John Lennon’s ‘Jealous Guy’ (one of my favorite songs of all time to this day!), while she showed me the newspaper clippings of the day he died. Looking at their old records, listening to the stories my mom told me, and flipping through the pages of the book you see in the photos above while trying to learn as many lyrics as I could, are still some of my favorite memories. The day I learned ‘Penny Lane’ from start to finish was a BIG day for me. I know I got a big chunk of my identity and my passion for music in those late night conversations with my mom, so for any parents out there, even if your child develops an entirely different taste in music, you’ll be teaching them the importance of music and how positive it is to feel awe and admiration, curiosity and even passion. All good things in my book!

Enjoy the article and your Saturday everybody! In case you don’t believe how much of a hippie my gorgeous mamma was, this crazy photo says it all!


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