We yell now and then, when the music
from his room is too loud, too obnoxious,
too offensive- strong language and themes.
I ask him the question asked by all fathers
to their sons and daughters about the music-
Do you actually like listening to those songs?
I ask him what happened to the rock music.
Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Queen, Ac-Dc, U2.
We’d listen together as went on our road trips
He tells me, “That was your music, this is mine.
I listened to it because I was a follower then.”
Now he’s his own person, with his own choices.