If you feel like singing along, don’t. February 19, 2012
I cannot sing. At all. I like to sing, and I will bust out a mean duet with Bonnie Raitt when I’m alone in my car, but it’s not anything that should be shared with the world.
Campbell, though, is a different story. I sing to her ALL THE TIME. She’s too young to know better (or at least too young to complain about it) so I sing to her every chance I get. While we dance around the living room, while I’m trying to settle her down, while I’m putting on my makeup.
I’ve made up a few original songs for her. My first hit was titled “Campbell Likes to Pee on Everything”. Soon after came the critically acclaimed follow-up single, “Air Out Your Booty.” Look for my duet with Skrillex at the 2013 Grammys.
The most sung songs, however, are covers. I like to take an existing song and rework the lyrics to make it about her. It all started with my mom (Big Momma), who penned this version of “Hey, Good Lookin’” by Hank Williams:
Hey, good lookin’
whatcha got cookin’
How’s about cookin’ something up with me
I said hey, sweet baby
don’t you say maybe
how’s about keeping steady company
I got a hot rod Saturn and a two-dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
They got swaddle diapers and the dancing is free
If you wanna have fun come along with me
I cover that one all the time, and I don’t give credit to my mom or to Hank. I claim it as my own. I dare them to sue me.
Other favorites include “Campbell Lou” sung to the tune of “Peggy Sue”, “Campbell Girl”, sung to the tune of “Candy Girl”, and the theme song to the TV show The New Girl, in which I replace the word “Jess” with the word “Toots”.
She also hears a lot lalas and mmmmmms and ohohohs from various Avett Brothers, The Head and the Heart and, don’t judge me, New Kids on the Block songs. Because she does, in fact, got the right stuff.
I hope music is important to her as she grows up. I want it to feel like home, the way it does for me. The music I grew up listening to with my parents is really important to me. It’s where I came from. I want the same thing for her. To be the girl at the party who knows all the words to whatever the equivalent of classic rock will be when she’s an adult. To think Josh Ritter and David Gray are as cool as I think Stevie Nicks and Carole King are. To get it. And if offkey versions of “Campbell Girl” (this time to the tune of “Gracie Girl” by Ben Folds) help her get there, I’ll sing it every day.













