Driving in my car

My son and I will often listen to music in the car. Previously he used to enjoy the AC/DC soundtrack to Ironman 2. His current listening pleasure is the soundtrack to the Guardians of the Galaxy films. These are performed by various artists, mainly from the 70s. I therefore find myself listening to music I used to hear on the Alan Freeman show on Radio 1 on a Sunday afternoon.

He is particularly fond of sweet's, Band on the run.   

Pure 70s Glamrock. He loves it. He'll also gravitate towards  Hooked on a feeling & Mr Blue Sky (This is the song on the opening credits).

We will listen to all these songs in the car. But, the most appropriate one for being in a car is a song called, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac. It is suitable because this song become at some point the theme tune to Formula 1 racing. Joshua knows it as the formula 1 song. His other fact about Fleetwood Mac is that Mick Fleetwood is really tall.

As we were driving through town we were listening to the chain and, also, singing along to it. He knows the lyrics well!

It was therefore at some point Joshua turned around to me and said, with a straight face;

'Daddy, you are holding that note for too long...'

Everyone is a critic!




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