texts from the mothership

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 My mother has just discovered this newfangled hippity hoppity music. This is disconcerting on many levels, most of which involves text messages

'Aloe Blacc - when is he touring? I need to see him sing live.' 

'Who is this Reanna (sic) person I keep hearing on the radio, is she new?'

'I quite like eminem I think, but why is he so angry all the time?'

'Can you download Snoop Dog I just wanna make you sweat for me. I like it, there's something fun about it.'

I think we're going to have to resort to playing nothing but a rotation of Abba and Richard Marx until she gets over it, because if I have to accompany her to gigs, it's going to be a scarring experience all round. 

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I don't think she's heard either of them or even would recognise the names. You know, I might set her up on spotify so she can listen away to things all she likes without traumatising us.

Mostly it's the image of my mama, short and well padded, coming up to 60 with bright ginger curly hair and an affinity for sparkly things turning up at an Aloe Blacc gig that makes me want to start giggling and never stop