“Mom, do we have that Devil went to Georgia song?”
“Yes, it’s on the Urban Cowboy soundtrack.”
He has been listening to the song on a loop for about 12 hours now. I am unphased. I developed a high threshold for this particular type of torture when my bedroom was over my brother’s and he played “Only the Good Die Young” over and over and over.
And yet, you still remember that as a trauma.
Not trauma, torture desensitization training.
Growing up in the 70s, I tortured my folks with Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” over and over and over.
I remember “welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends” OVERANDOVERANDOVER from that same brother’s room.
At least I played beastie boys on repeat in the mid-late 80s…