When my daughter left the house this morning in her school uniform, she was carrying far too many things: a backpack, a hoodie, her lunch box, a 20-ounce water bottle dangling from the handle, a book, and a magazine. It wasn’t just any book, either; it was a heavy one, the sixth Harry Potter, which she reads voraciously. I looked at her, stuff in each hand, on her back, slung over her shoulder, and hanging off her head and thought how uncomfortable and bogged down she seemed. I wore a fanny pack exclusively for about twenty years (until I was robbed of it at gunpoint—another story) because I loathe carrying things. I wanted to relieve her of some less-necessary stuff, but it was all imperative.
The magazine leaving the house with her was the latest Musician’s Friend catalog, which we’d all given the slow once-over. Serena has read it again and again, always with vigor. On the first pass, she said, “Guess which guitar I want.” She’s been angling for an SG—Gibson, not Epiphone, because she’s a brand snob—but since we saw It Might Get Loud, she has eyes only for the double-neck. So I guessed right.
This morning, with all the stuff she carried, why did she add the burden of the catalog? “Because I like looking at guitars. I like dreaming about guitars,” she said, with the kind of fluttery-eyed ecstasy she used to reserve only for my cooking.
I think I’ve lost my daughter to rock and roll.
I am grateful that it’s only rock and roll (and I like it too). And though I know that in the not-distant-enough future, she could easily be making that face over a boy, I can see her on a Gretsch poster, hair and eyebrows ala Brooke Shields, with the caption: Nothing comes between me and my Hollow-body Electromatic.
Well, a mom can dream.
Serena’s first complete sentence, besides “Mommy, diaper, have it?” which she asked at the pediatrician’s office when he didn’t believe my fourteen-month-old child knew over 100 words (“OK, never mind, I believe you,” he said after the diaper sentence), was this: “Hi, boy, kiss you?” The first time she used it was in the Safeway, and she promptly chased the boy out of line, arms outstretched more like a zombie kissing machine than an awkward toddler.
My girl spent the rest of her first decade finding a way to hang with the boys. For the first five years, that meant eschewing Barbie dolls for Legos and trucks and creepy pirate-y toys with a billion pieces. For the next five, it meant never wearing a dress or her hair down. We had to shop in the boys’ department, or she wouldn’t wear it—even t-shirts with skulls.
But I feel the strong, strong wind of change. The other day, Serena got in the car and couldn’t wait to tell me that her math teacher had played them a Heart song—“Dog and Butterfly”—a song we both used to play and sing. Heart is Serena’s current favorite band—and not just because she likes the music but because a girl plays the acoustic intro to “Crazy on You,” and it’s hard. One of her best friends for nine years said, “Ew, what is that awful music?” She shot him the look of are-you-crazy-or-just-lame? and said, “It’s Heart!” at which time he rested his case. She just shook her head. “He doesn’t know anything,” she told me.
Music has always been a litmus test for couples, so it’s probably not uncommon, even for a ‘tween girl, to start clicking her tongue and rolling her eyes over some boy’s (or parent’s) unsophisticated, undereducated tastes. And I’m glad she’s made this her priority rather than, say, soccer, which she declared three years ago was her “life.” And rather than using her guitar to play the boys, she is more concerned with outplaying them.
I think that what surprised me was the look in her eyes. It’s going to be hard for my lasagna and stuffed peppers to share that look of rapture with pictures of fancy guitars, even when they look as hot as the new rainbow SG Zoot. Oh, baby!
But I’d rather she get that way over a guitar than a man, like her mom. Oh, baby!
If anyone could bring back the double-neck and make it cool, it would be Serena! Rock on, Rockerena!
Just the thought of that possibility makes me want to buy her one.
love it, love the photos. oh, and by the way Taylor is working on Crazy on You, for YOU! Taylor wants a Mark Wood flying V violin, unfortunately Santa doesn't have the money.
Cheri! Then Serena can play it while Taylor sings. Now I just have to round up Savannah to play drums, Graham to play bass, and Ted to play lead, Evan on keys and vocals, and I have my dream kid band.
she is working on the acoustic version(there are two guitars) it just occurred to me that maybe she wanted it to be a surprize. when it get closer they need to get together with Serena.
Surprise spilled, but that's OK. Serena is playing the acoustic part in the Seattle show. I think they ought to guest-star Taylor for the vocals. They have no one who could come close to that song.
she is so amazing. and i love the way you write about her.
I know how well you write, but sometimes you surprise even me. This is so wonderful, so from the heart. I love it.
omg, i'm listening to bob schneider for the first time! wow! and what a cutie! so great how you support serena…maybe someday i'll see her on tour with that double-neck. 🙂
That rainbow SG Zoot really is awesome, and I don't know a thing about guitars.
This is awesome, the pictures and the words. And the daughter, obviously. It's not so much losing her, not totally, because it's something you guys can share (when she lets you). My son and I have a few areas like that, and I only hope it develops into this when he reaches double-digit ages (which I'm still pretending won't ever happen).
your writing is so sharp here. i can picture everything about this.
I'm sorry, when did twin necked guitars, especially Gibson SG twins, go out of fashion? =] That Zoosuit SG is just God awful; you girls really need to check out this site: http://www.girlbrand.com – now there are some mean motor scooters… anyway, I hope she doesn't turn her guitar playing into some sort of "I'm better than a boy" nonsense; that would such a waste. And another wonderful piece of writing – when we gonna get back to that collaborative bit we were playin' with?
She sounds so wonderful. I just loved reading this.