Engelbert Does The #PBEvent

by Lori Dwyer on October 11, 2012 · 7 comments

My son has the most eclectic, awesome taste in music for an almost-four-year old.

It is h his dad‘s fault, of course- there is only so much bogan Aussie pub rock a two year old can listen to before it begins to absorb.

Maybe it’s partly me, too. I remember working through the first six months of my first pregnancy as a children’s entertainer. I remember wondering if maybe there would be some osmosis, if this growing baby could hear the applause from within, could hear the pumping music and laughter, feel the sparking endorphin’s they set off in his mother’s brain structure. And whether those hormones were strong enough to transfer umbilically.

I think, perhaps, they were. The Chop, he loves to dance. He loves to sing and he adores music. He is transixed by performers, bands and singers.

“When I grow up I’m not going to work in a shop or drive a tractor,” he tells me. “I’m going to be a rock star and dance on stage. Because I’ve got music in my hands.”

Bias not aside in any way- I’m sure he’s correct. My little boy moves to music, he can’t help it. A funky track makes him groove. He can keep a beat, tapping his feet or hands unconsciously. And he not only sings along with the Wiggles, he also knows every word and nuance they use to introduce themselves and their songs onstage.

Not that we stick to the Wiggles- as mentioned, the child has bizarrely diverse tastes. And I can’t say that’s a bad thing, not at all. How can I complain when the kid listens to classics like The Doors, The Beatles, Rancid’s Ruby Soho and Six Months In a Leaky Boat?

Can’t complain, not at all. Or, more correctly, couldn’t complain until about a week ago when the kidlets went to stay with their much-loved Nonna and Poppy. Apparently, the Chop and his Pop dug out some very old cassette tapes to listen to. You know the ones I mean- coversleeves in various shades of brown and beige featuring women in shoulder pads and blokes wearing mustaches and bad pants.

It just so happened that one of the songs on one of the aging cassette tapes got stuck in my son’s head, the melody running round and round until it left a perfect trail in the grass of his musical mind. And, being the incredibly generous caring mum that I am (or, to be more honest, after I got really sick of him nagging me), I decided to purchase a digital verison of the Chop’s new favorite song.

Which has been on constant f*cking repeat for the last four days.

So.. if you happen to run into me the ProBlogger Training Event this weekend- or at any point in the near future, really- and I’m singing Engelbert Humperdinck’s “Lonely Is A Man Without Love” (“Every day I WAKE up, then I start to BREAK up, lonely is man without loooove….”)… well… I’m really sorry about that. 

I stole this image from here… I don’t think they’ll be too worried about that.

Thanks (or maybe not, the call is yours after you’ve heard me sing) again to Chan’s Yum Cha At Home for funding my trip away from home for the weekend while I’m in Melbourne ProBlogging it.

After 96 hours of Humperdinck, I really need to get out of here.

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Melissa October 11, 2012 at 10:36 pm

That is awesome! Love that Chop :) Have a great trip!


Deb October 11, 2012 at 9:00 pm

my youngest is constantly moving. Always dancing, singing, making up little songs on her own. I put it down to her being anointed in the womb by bernard fanning (he put my hands on my pregnant belly at 32 weeks when I flew up to see them) She also went to a powderfinger gig at 5 weeks old. Dont worry, she was well protected in the pouch and her ears were covered. It was an outdoor gig and she was well away from the speakers.

but she loves music… it has to be that.


Amanda October 11, 2012 at 1:15 pm

Ah, the memories. My Dad had one of those tapes in the car. It went round and round and round. My favourite song on it was this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sFy5_kmEi4 – Cara Mia. You totally have to listen to it and belt it out like a power ballad. If the intro is too slow for you, jump to the high note at 1:38 *grins*


Miss Pink October 11, 2012 at 12:56 pm

I totally keep reading his name as hump-er-dick. Lol.
But yeah, we have had similar problems. Bluey was getting into trouble in class for being "disruptive" because he will sing softly to himself or hum some tune and when I asked him why he said "Because the music is just bursting inside my head and needs to come out." How can you get mad at that?


hekates October 11, 2012 at 10:28 am

Please post a recording of the Chop singing this song.
And dear god, you are a saint. We banned "children's music" in our house, so when my second was 4, his favorite band was the Darkness. (Which he pronounced "the Dopeness.)


Spagsy October 11, 2012 at 9:31 am

Ooo tough one Lori. That is one of the oldest ear worms of the generation. I have some fond memories pelting that one out with my brother in the back seat of Dads car…

Have fun at the conference.


woahmolly.com October 11, 2012 at 9:06 am

Ha, Englebert Humperdinck! Funny chop! When I was a kid I loved listening to my mum's Susanne Vega and Van Morrison tapes (Moondance! I haven't thought about that song in years!)

I had my 18 month old neice dancing to The Dresden Dolls the other weekend. It was a good time. She's too young to get music, but she loves to dance.

Hopefully Chop's taste continues to be awesome and eclectic through the years!

(Oh and have an awesome time at the pro-blogger event!)


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