Yesterday
kottke posted a
query: When it's time to start to show the Little Fella the Star Wars movies, how should he do it? In the order of release (so, Star Wars, then Empire, Jedi, Phantom Menace, etc.) or in that foolio Lucas' *chronology* of the movies, where Phantom Menace is first, with its advanced technology and effects, ending with the disappointment that is Return of the Jedi (Ewoks, gross).
Of course, being one of those people who isn't really into Star Wars and yet can't deny that her very small years were dominated by repeated playings of the Read, See, Hear 45s of both Star Wars and the marvelous The Empire Strikes Back (good times, rain days!), I had to read the whole thread. I want to be the person that laughs and says, Yeah, who cares.
I
am the person who instead just wonders about it myself.

And then I realized today, deep into
Aretha Franklin: Live at Filmore West (Deluxe) -- THIS is why I really want to have kids. Can you imagine being able to be the person who gifts a little one with Aretha, and thinking about the best way to do it? (Which, at this point, I say, is obviously
Aretha's Gold - the reason Greatest Hits albums exist, to ease you in, and then maybe
Young, Gifted and Black, and then really open it up with
'Round Midnight, to really appreciate the difference she brings to everything, even standards, and then, because we'll never get to see it but we're lucky to live in a time when it's at least available as a recording, Live at Filmore, one of those nights you think NO ONE could have lived through, because they must have exploded with joy: Billy Preston in the BAND? Ray Charles just HAPPENS to be in the audience, and she PULLS HIM UP for the reprise of "Spirit in the Dark"?)
Wow.
That is going to be awesome.
Now, if I could just get the Baby Daddy thing figured out appropriately.
But at least I've got the Aretha plan down.
Pri
orities, people.
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