Face it, your kids are gonna rebel and use Comic Sans for everything.

But by the time they grow up info will be beamed directly into their brains obviating the need for type at all.

Cute book.
My favorite kid’s type book: “A Type Detective Story”, M Woolman, 1997.

hhp

I don’t think you can “enforce” your musical taste on your children (even on a subconscious level). I can only look at my family to see your upbringing doesn’t have an influence on your personal taste. Best case scenario, you’ll only be able to pass on your moral standards to your children and maybe spark an interest by showing them yours. Both my sisters & I all have different tastes in movies, music,... & overall different interests. I can’t even seem to find a genetic reason in my entire family that explains my affection for typography, graphic design & sharks. I think the only thing you can do with your kids is to keep your fingers crossed & stimulate them in whatever turn out to be their interests.

The best thing my parents did for me (my mother especially) is make me curious about things. It keeps life interesting.

They also tried serious brain washing of the Mormon variety but that didn’t take too well… :)

peas

All parents brainwash, to some degree or other, whether it’s religion or other variant of behaviour. The trick, as you pointed out Paul, is to instill that sense of curiousity, along with the appropriate social skills to enable the child to navigate their society successfully.

At the very least a type book is better than the recent proliferation of childrens books involving farts.

> your upbringing doesn’t have an influence on your personal taste.

That’s just crazy-talk!
But of course, never total influence.

hhp

Interesting idea, but I couldn’t even begin to describe the differences between two types of ammunition (my father was in the military), just as he probably doesn’t know what a descender is. I have a feeling if he’d have made any kind of effort to educate me about the minutiae of his profession, I wouldn’t be on this board right now.

I am definitely going to buy that book, though.

Your upbringing can have an influence when the parent’s interests somehow spark a similar interest in their children, but I think all children reach a period of rebellion & nothing (or very little) of all things that were “enforced” to the child will survive. Children can definitely be molded to a certain degree, but I think it would take some serious brainwashing to make it last through puberty ;-) Like Paul said, you might be able to make children curious about things, but you have to keep in account that children will come across other sources (school & mostly friends) that will have a much bigger impact on their final interests & personality.

My son will be born in October. All I am hoping for is that he has some critical thinking skills and situational awareness. I assume his tastes will totally confound me. I expect no appreciation of type, unless it totally consumes him.

I am preparing for a worst-case scenario where he becomes the #3 sycophant to a cult leader, and wastes all his time, vision and resources to support some whacko’s half-baked ideas, and is eliminated by a federal sting operation with out even a notable obituary.

If I can handle that, I’ll probably be very happy if he just becomes a shoe salesman.

I think brainwashing is a rather extreme term for the influence parents have on kids.

Like Paul I was pretty lucky to have parents with wide ranging taste and natural curiosity - they took me traveling from a young age and exposed me to lots of different types of food, music, culture. But I know I was lucky in that regard.

Choz - I used to know someone whose daughter joined a cult. She had to hire someone to kidnap her back, it was hideous. But I don’t think that happens often - I know two OTHER people whose parents indoctrinated them into cults, now that is brainwashing for sure. One of them was Synenon (her dad was kinda high up in the pantheon there), I don’t remember the other - some flakey group in Colorado.

I am preparing for a worst-case scenario where he becomes the #3 sycophant to a cult leader, and wastes all his time, vision and resources to support some whacko’s half-baked ideas, and is eliminated by a federal sting operation with out even a notable obituary.

Wow, you really think he can make it as far as Speaker of the House? ;-)

I proudly indoctrinated my offspring in rockist ways from an early age. Things went well, took them to their first concert, Moist, in 1993 (aged 9 and 12). That was the grunge era, guitar rock on its way back, so the universe was unfolding as it was intended. But that was shortly before they discovered raves, techno, and hip-hop. If anyone ended up being brainwashed, it’s me, as I’ve developed some taste for “their” music, which I generally find more interesting than today’s guitar rock — been there, done that. They’ve always been font people, the result of working with professional graphics software, on hand-me-down Macs with large font libraries, from an early age.

Patty, I use the word in the lightest sense (Philip Larkin would say too light). Perhaps indoctrination is more appropriate. OK, positive influence?

Nick, perhaps You wouldn’t be so grateful had they caught on to Korn, Green day or Slipknot.

And perhaps I shouldn’t worry so much about my potential kids as I should worry becoming Mainstream Dad myself.

Still, as I have no children I can plan all kinds of crazy schemes.

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I am preparing for a worst-case scenario where he becomes the #3 sycophant to a cult leader, and wastes all his time, vision and resources to support some whacko’s half-baked ideas, and is eliminated by a federal sting operation with out even a notable obituary.

Wow, you really think he can make it as far as Speaker of the House? ;-)

LMFAO. Unfortunately it’s too late for my brood. Now in their teen years, they regularly print out entire reports in display faces created by eastern european teenagers with names like “Demontooth” and “Crazy Uncle.” Oh if only they would even consider Comic Sans. If you’d seen the horrors that I’ve seen you would run, not walk, to the nearest bookstore and buy this book. You may want to pick up a book on sucessful brainwashing techniques while you’re at it...

> If anyone ended up being brainwashed, it’s me, as I’ve developed some taste for “their” music

I go to the Coachella Festival every year and the only part that feels modern to me is the techno tent, everything else feels pretty retro…

piece

Speaker of the House? Ouch, nice. ;) Like I said, it is a mental excercise, to brace for the worst, or even, if possible, figure out how to prevent that sort of thing before hand. Meanwhile, I still feel compelled to to teach him to become more of a happy, mindless drone that I ever was.

Fredo, once I persuaded my mother to appreciate the relationship of the lyrics to the music, she became a moderate fan of Korn, and keeps the first album next to her Phil Ochs and Peter Paul and Mary. She even through some insights my way about how she relates to parts of herself she isn’t completely comfortable with through it. This has followed with an interest in the Randy Rhoads-era Ozzy, and lately she beginning to think suspect might be more than Arialvetica in the sans genre of type.

I hope I am still learning new tricks at her age.

I hate lyrics.
But if my kids don’t, that’s OK.

hhp

I was named after Pat Benatars’ daughter who was born 1 month before me. I’m a huge fan of classic rock and pop and i think it partly stemmed from being curious about the time and reasoning of my name.

Perhaps you should name your kid Spiekermann.

I’m with you Hrant - in general I believe lyrics are too powerful. Doesn’t stop me from writing them though… :)

ps

Too powerful? Well, I wouldn’t mind that. What I mind is that they’re so deathly predictable and boring. I can’t remember any lyrics that surprised me (at least not after my teen years). I only like lyrics when they’re part of the sound, like with Soul Coughing and goa. I goddam love goa.

hhp

Green day

My son bought their Dookie CD, which was pretty good. (That was before he discovered Aphex Twin.) And last week I was quite moved watching them perform Working Class Hero on the American Idol finale. Ruben Studdard in a business suit singing Lucy in the Sky, well, that really blew my mind!

I already decided to name my kids Agee and Sabon. Spiekermann is too much for a first name, and nobody would figure out if the name were just Erik.

Just make sure your kids hear someone sing with their own voice so they know everyone doesn’t sound like an electronic dog whistle.

Just know that “sabon” is the word for soap in some cultures.
“Sabon, pass the sabon!”

hhp

I goddam love goa.

Hrant, you’re so... so... so 90’s! Really man, step into the twenty-first century. Go pick up the new Mickey Avalon CD. Now those are some lyrics!

90s?! Now that’s an insult!

What I like about the (alleged) lyrics in trance-style
music that they’re stupid, but they know they’re stupid.
The don’t pretend to be “deep” - all deep thought does
to music is bring it down. It’s like how watching a soap
opera in a language you don’t know is so much better.

hhp

Hey, don’t get me wrong, I like a good rave just as much as the next gal, and Soul Coughing is always on my playlist. But when it comes to lyrics I want something that yanks my chain, not senseless babble coming from the other room. And you’re gonna have to do something drastic to get me to take back the 90’s comment ;)

You know, if you meant 1890s then I’m more than cool with that.

hhp

Haha! My daughter begs me to put on Pink Floyd. She’s 8. But she also asks for Raffi sometimes.

On the other end of things, I still love the music I grew up listening to at home (won’t mention names, don’t need the rolling eyes) and a lot of the stuff I loved as a teen I kinda think, muh.

I love raffi, too. Especially when my kids sing it.

Type related: Once a week, my daughter has to write a response to a story she’s read. Most of the time, she tries to rush through it, and she really doesn’t have the neatest handwriting. The last time I started to get on her case for these really long descenders on the g and y. She said “but mommy, it’s nice and it does swish” (making the motion with her hand). I smiled, but had to tell her to re-write parts of it that were close to illegible.
:)

Just tell her it’s anti-typographic, I’m sure she’ll come right around.

Oh, and Raffi rules.

hhp

Well, not to wander too far off track, but the O’s on pedestals in one of the sample illustrations for The Serif Fairy seems to have come from Marc Simont’s illustrations in Thurber’s The Wonderful O (parents, read that one to your kids at least once a year!).

>> My daughter begs me to put on Pink Floyd. She’s 8.

Last year, when he was 9, my younger son got a gift card to Barnes and Noble. He spent most of it on two CDs from the music section, where he chose albums by Tom Petty and also The Doors.

Now Tom Petty, he has some semi-decent lyrics.

hhp

This book looks delightful, and I am sure I will purchase it very soon. I actually have a large children’s book collection, and I especially enjoy my section dedicated to typography, such as Van Allsburg’s “The Z was Zapped.” and Lane Smith’s “Math Curse.”

My daughter is 17 months old, she’s been dancing (!!!) to Kings of Leon, Pixies, Au Revoir Simone, CSS, The Long Blondes and such. I’m facinated...
She also seem to appreciate my collection of magazines (and she doesn’t even rip the pages off), so it seems that we share that common interest/passion.
I must admitt that I’d be kinda bummed if she doesn’t turn out to have a strong sense of style/aestetics...

...Pixies...

This would save me a lot of problems: Can I adopt her? Or is it out of the question?

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yeah Pixies... especially the Doolittle album...

Virginie, is there any music she’s not dancing to at this point? Our little one would dance to the faintest hint of any music at all, including grocery store isle crap. Now though he seems to have gotten bored of that. Must be my bad influence.

hhp

lol, good point hrant...
I caught her dancing to the commercials’ music on TV...

PS = I must precise : “dancing” as waving her arms and shaking her little diapered butt...

ooh yes, i loved “type detective story”. really cool.

Is it fair to play eugenics with kids? i mean c’mon. How can u decide what a good taste in music is?

shreyas

You can “brainwash” your kids all you want, but once they hit puberty, they will suddenly become less enamored of your musical taste, maybe even hate it, even if they liked it when they were younger. It’s nothing to do with the music per se, it’s that your kids will associate it with “being a kid” and everything that means. Later on, as adults, they will rediscover your music and find it to be unaccountably beautiful.

That’s my theory, anyway.

Later on, as adults, they will rediscover your music and find it to be unaccountably beautiful.

Ah, yes, the return of disco.... ;-)

Music has long been a vehicle for rebelion. So if I force my daughter to listen to the Ramones, does that mean she’ll run with a Chopin crowd in high school?

I had the benefit of listening to my father’s records growing up, which included Bowie, The Stones, Hendrix, and the like. I eventually stole all of those records, and now he listens to Andrea Boccelli. Go figure.

Just hope that doesn’t happen to you! :-(

I grew up listening to everything from the Ink Spots (my parents’ choice, not mine) to the Stones (when they played the blues), now it’s mostly old Quebecois rock and minimalist classical (Cage/Glass/etc.).

does that mean she’ll run with a Chopin crowd

Or that druggie Berlioz...

unaccountably beautiful

“My” music was beat, not ballad. However, my lad has “rediscovered” Humpie. Go figure.

It’s a little bit of a late reply, but I was out most of the day yesterday.
Hrant, maybe you’ll find a better appreciation for lyrics if you don’t see them as a whole, but break them down to little pieces? Music has always been very imortant to me (unlike for the rest of my family; combined they don’t even own half of my collection & they only occasionaly listen to them whereas I àlways have my headset on at home & never leave the house without my trusted MD walkman (the best **** buy I ever did)) & growing up I started paying more & more attention to the lyrics as well. There are still some I find close to poetry & others that sound worse each time you listen to them, but in almost every song, there’s at least one thing that touches me. Not necessarely on an emotional level, but on a linguistic level as well. It can be something very plain, but described in a beautiful way (again I’m talking mere linguistics, no emotions attached). I write texts myself (mostly in English) which are probably best comparable with lyrics (without the music to accompany it). I’ve still kept the ones I wrote as a teenager & even though those are really predictable & overall crappy, there’s always this one perfectly formulated sentence in each of them of which I am still proud to this day. Later on, I’ve started “experimenting” more with ambiguous texts & starting doing a lot of “wordplay”. I have seen my texts evolving immensely in a few years time & I see the same evolution in the lyrics of some of my favourite bands. Right now, I’m completely consumed by the music of “the Smashing Pumkins” again (partially due to the upcoming new album) & the lyrics are mostly quite predictable, but there’s an obvious evolution in them. The funny thing with them is that for a long time I misheard one part of the lyrics from “Tonight, tonight” & I was actually a bit disappointed when I read what they really said ;-)
I have many CD’s from groups that might have benifited from limiting themselves to being instrumental, but if you’ll look closely enough, you’ll usually find something to appreciate. I have a little notebook in which I write everything that comes to mind that I can -at one point- use in one of my texts & I’ve also started writing stuff down from existing lyrics hoping to try & make a “compilation text” with them someday. A lot of them kind of lose their impact in the existing lyrics & some of them might even sound bad or pointless on their own, but they can gain beauty from using them with other lyrics. It’s just a matter of finding the beauty in the beast. Putting a puzzle together with pieces from different puzzles & trying to make a nice (albeit abstract) picture nevertheless.
As for learning to appreciate your parents’ musical taste, I think I’ve developped a love for it that exceeds my moms... Like SD’s dad, my mom has gone from the Stones to Boccelli-like stuff. She even comlains to me when I put the Stones on now (luckily she still likes Janis Joplin & Bob Dylan) ;-) It just goes to show that people have no definite taste & are always changing. I wouldn’t call this evolving at this point ’cause it still seems to me that her taste is going downhill, but maybe I’ll learn to appreciate it in time as well... Either way, I think people’s personal tastes (not only in music) are always influenced by circumstances (mostly interests & the crowd you hang with), but as far a “indoctrination” goes, I don’t think ànything can survive puberty, it’s just plain murder in the first degree ;-)

My son likes to have loud music in the car. He also likes me to “race” the other cars (pass them) and he is starting pressure tactics to get me to buy either a convertible or a jeep. He’s 4.

But, I like to listen to CBC so I can get the news (I don’t read a daily newspaper or watch tv) and he gets very annoyed with all the talking. Occasionally I switch over to the rock station, CHOM, but often that’s a lot of yapping too. More often than not, the little voice comes from the back seat asking me to turn it up at the first musical advertisement. :/ I’ve tried explaining it’s not music, to no avail. But he also gets creeped out by the Floyd my daughter likes. He says it sounds like bad-guy music. :)

The question of how much influence we have is really interesting. I think often the most powerful influence is the one we don’t really notice. The other stuff, like hoping or trying to direct them to certain interests or abilities seem to most often have little effect, except in the residual “my dad wanted me to be a doctor like him and I’ve been a disappointment to him ever since I decided to go into widget-making.”

I do think parents pass on deeper (bad word choice, I know) characteristics, the kind that become a large part of who they are and how they see themselves. The interests, the skills, career, etc. are, in my opinion, pretty irrelevant.

Bad Saturday morning philosophizing. :)

Later on, as adults, they will rediscover your music and find it to be unaccountably beautiful.

I’m with Mark, but to a certain extent, yes to Paul Simon no to Cliff Richard.

Hrant are you serious with: I hate lyrics ? How can you hate lyrics?

—N

I hate people getting paid to emotionally
tell me things I’ve already assimilated.

hhp

I think most of the influence parents have on their children is based on genetics. They can have an influence on a different, 2nd hand kind of level as in choosing the school they send their kids off to (which I personally think can have a bigger impact on children since it’s the place where they spend most of their character developing years & where they meet kindred spirits in friends), exposing their children to different cultures or -in a negative way- isolating them from other ideas, beliefs etc.. Like I mentioned in my first post here, I can’t seem to find any parable interests in my family, not in taste, but not even in validations of these interests. Music is -again- a great example for this; everyone in my family is only interested in it as background music, but I can simply not do without. I’ve had a friend over last weekend (who doesn’t share my taste in music) & I was actually already freaking out at the sheer thought of not being able to listen to my music (I’m not one to enforce my taste on others). I know it sounds like I’m a complete nutcase (which I àm in certain ways), but my ears just feel “naked” without a headset. I can really enjoy just listening to music while doing nothing else, I experience every single note on a very high awareness scale. To get back to the family issue, my family just can’t relate to this or any other of my interests (obsessions would probably be a better word in my case). I think I “enherited” this passion from all the friends I have (had). I still can’t “place” my interst in typography though (even in my friends who share my graphic interests). Most people even get annoyed with it & think of me as some kind of freak (this word will haunt me for the rest of my life), so you can imagine my enthusiasm when I came across this site ;-)

What about poetry then, Hrant?
Lyrics do not necessarely have to be linked to telling you what to feel. Mostly they’re telling you what other people feel & even if you can’t appreciate that, there’s still the linguistic part. I can give tons of examples of lyrics (or parts of them at least) that I find beautiful purely for the way they’re phrased regardless of their content.

Yes, I can’t stand poetry either. Putting words into straight-jackets
just so they accomodate euphony is demeaning to communication.

Genetics: I massively agree, but sadly this is the sort of thing that
contemporary western society has become irrationally fearful of.

hhp

I take it you’re not a one-night-stands-person either then? ;-p
I see the music/lyrics I like as someone you find attractive whether or not you know them. I don’t believe in love at first sight in the most literal sense, but aesthetics don’t have to have a deeper meaning in my opinion. If you think of it as “love” at first SIGHT (emphasise the word sight & minimalize the love (body minus soul makes a different kind of love)), I think it also applies to music/lyrics (although it would have to called love at first sound ;-) ). In my emotional life I’m past that kind of “love” (but I have had my promiscuous years) & I am now looking for a little more substance, but I still find myself turning my head for some eyecandy on the street... I don’t think this makes me shallow, I just draw a line between pure aesthetics & substance.

I’m with Hrant - I basically hate most lyrics, but for a different reason. Since I’ve written quite a few - I know what happens to your intentions when the public gets ahold of them. Mayhem.

Although I traffic in words a lot, I also think that they are propaganda. I prefer instrumental music, painting and sculpture. Words are too precise.

pie

I’m not much for lyrics either, but occasionally someone will reach through my jaded disposition and grab my by the heart or soul with some words. Stevie Wonder’s “Evil” is an example. An anthem that makes me contemplate all the wasted lives and broken dreams.

After the classics, most new lyrics seem pretty banal, and the ones that aren’t often come across as pretentious. It takes an effort to get into that space, but it can be worth it.
I quite like the Shins, although at first I really didn’t think it was my kind of music. But after I’d listened to it a bit (yeah, for no other reason than they copped my name), those quirky lyrics became interesting, not cringeworthy.

I see singing as an extra instrument & the lyrics as the music tabs for the voice. And to be honoust, I can enjoy a little nonsense jamming every now & then. Sure, the combination of a good packaging & a nice content is always better, but also a lot harder to come across. And isn’t it nice to be surprised to find a piece of “eyecandy” also has a sweet interior? ;-) Besides, there’s usually something sweet to find inside if you just look closely enough. Maybe sometimes it just takes the ability to take it out of context in order to appreciate it on a different level?

About those “classics”, I don’t think “love me do” for instance could be considered great songwriting lyrical wise, but it works well within the context of the kind of music the Beatles made at that point. Music & lyrics are a reflection of the “zeitgeist” whether they’re political or even personal. I have to admit today’s lyrics often lack originality or are completely blown out of proportions, but even in all that pompous pretension some little treasures can be hidden. It’s much like judging a book by its cover which is what most of us probably do (even if it happens on a subconscious level) & if you like the music, the chances you’ll (learn to) appreciate the lyrics as well will increase. As far as that goes, I think we’re all a little prejudiced, but the best you can do is to try and keep an open mind. It works both ways; if you like the exterior, it’ll be easier to overcome any degree of disliking of the lyrics & a beautiful interior can help you look at the exterior in a different way. To use the analogy of love at first sight again: you want someone pretty to be a nice person (and “love” càn be quite blinding), but at the same time you can learn to love a beast purely based on its personality.

> After the classics, most new lyrics seem pretty banal

On the contrary, to me the classics are the lamest.
The Beatles for one make me ralph.

hhp

If you’re calling the Beatles “the classics”?-then you must be one of those whippersnappers.

I hate people getting paid to emotionally
tell me things I’ve already assimilated.

I don’t know about that. I think the best writers, comedians and lyricists are those who tell us things about ourselves we already recognise but perhaps are unable to articulate. If someone tells me something completely novel and unique it won’t be relevant to me, that’s when lyrics are boring and useless.

Yes, I can’t stand poetry either. Putting words into straight-jackets just so they accomodate euphony is demeaning to communication.

Again, a good poet is someone who is able to work within established structure to tell a uniquely relevant story that is unrestricted by the structure. That’s how good genre fiction works. I think you’re saying that you can either communicate or sound good but a good poet does both, defying the apparent impossibility.

> I know what happens to your intentions when the public gets ahold of them.

> I think the best writers, comedians and lyricists are those who tell us things about ourselves we already recognise but perhaps are unable to articulate.

In case of comedians I totally agree with NicholasGross, but as for lyrics, prose & poetry I don’t. Although I don’t read books, I can enjoy reading a well written piece of text (eg. a review, an interview or even the posts here on Typophile) purely based on how “fluently” it reads. If I can identify with whatever is written this will only contribute to my appreciation, but I definitely don’t see it as a must. It can be nice to see how other people phrase their feelings or opinions whether or not you share them.
As for poetry and lyrics, the identification also adds to its appreciation, but is no must either. I think poetry & lyrics are open to interpretation & you often read/hear in them what you want to (maybe the innate desire of human kind to identify themselves with others (birds of a feather, you know) is responsable for a selective hearing?). At least this is what I was tought in school (and the only thing I remembered) ;-)
I like discussing lyrics to see how other people interprete them & as for my own texts, I don’t really care what people read into them. I have to admit that I’m a little disappointed if they overlook all the wordplay and ambiguous elements I put into them, but I write lyrics for myself & no one else. I do share them with some people, but I always warn them they’ll probably won’t have a clue what they’re about ;-) When writing, I always start with something personal, but usually put this in a universal context which might help people identify themselves with it a bit more.
Even I’m not arrogant enough to state I understand lyrics or poetry, but I find most art to be overexposed to interpretations in general. I can enjoy something on a sheer aesthetic level without “understanding” it. This mostly applies to paintings, drawings & basically everything visual. Written words obviously invite people to interprete (visualize) them, but I’ve learned to appreciate them on a pure aesthetic level as well. Something can be purely pleasing to the ear, not only the music itself, but even the lyrics.
And about my own selective hearing: when singing along to “Tonight, tonight”, I still use my version ;-p

> I think the best writers, comedians and lyricists are those who
> tell us things about ourselves we already recognise but perhaps
> are unable to articulate.

Good insight!* But in my case things on the radio or in music stores almost never qualify. Also, since I try to be interested in things beyond Me Myself & I it would be nice if they could do this concerning how I see other people, or society - but they never manage that either. For one thing, there’s virtually no talk of what I might call “the darkness”. The stuff one is allowed to hear (Freedom of Speech my arse) is always squeeky-clean.

But remember, I have nothing against anybody else liking lyrics.

* It seems you’re echoing my theory about the popularity of certain types of music (like rap) among a certain demographic (like underpriviledged youth): because they’re not able to use language well, they blast music that expresses their strong (but generally extremely simple) emotions.

> a good poet does both

No. Or I haven’t encountered a good poet.

hhp

“Fly me to the moon — let me play among the stars,
I wanna know what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words: hold my hand.
In other words: baby, kiss me.”

You trying to tell me that ain’t beautiful?

Someone’s old enough to know what the classics are.

Old enough at least to have watched the closing credits of Evangeleon more than a few times.

Chuck, enough about me. Let’s talk about brainwashing!

hhp

How about this?

Somewhere hidden in my dying will
I have written a part
to leave you my heart
if you are able to find it
and willing enough to keep it as a reminder
that I always have and love you still.

Dying will; it even has darkness

When my son was five, he and I were driving somewhere and I was listening to the classical music station. “Moonlight Sonata” came on.
From the carseat in back, I hear, “I love Beethoven.” I almost had to pull over.

Now, of course, he listens to stuff I don’t understand. His ears are pierced and he dyes his hair funny. But every once in a while I catch him groovin to Jeff Buckley or the Doors or Nat King Cole before he catches himself and calls me a dork.

I hate people getting paid to emotionally
tell me things I’ve already assimilated.

I agree to a point, hrant, but I think it’s also a pretty cynical view. While, yeah, we already know and have felt or at least understand the feeling being expressed in lyrics, another way to look at it might be to say, “Other people feel like I do. I’m not alone.”

Having said that, I cringe at inanity and often find myself feeling more embarrassed for a singer when I think, “Really? THAT’s as deeply as you can feel? THAT’s as eloquently as you can say that?”

So in essence, lyrics can really annoy me at times, too!

!

4. poetic qualities however manifested: the poetry of simple acts and things.
5. poetic spirit or feeling: The pianist played the prelude with poetry.
6. something suggestive of or likened to poetry: the pure poetry of a beautiful view on a clear day.

How about the poetry of a 20’ croc leaping out of the water to grab a wildabeast drinking at the edge of a river.

That said, there are some people who are clever with words. Like Jack Vance, a sci-fi writer I enjoy. Some of his sentences are like poetry. I can read them over and over.

As for kids, I can’t say I’m an expert, but I’ve seen them around.

When kids are throwing a tantrum in the line at Walmart, I think it is the parents that need to be brainwashed:

“Your eyelids are getting heavy. When I snap my fingers you will go into a trance, (snap). Repeat after me, ’I will not make any more babies.’ -then you will give me all the money in your wallet. And when you wake up the only thing that you will remember is to make no more babies.”

Jeez... that was YOU(insert interobang)?!
I want my $85 back. Wait a minute. No. It was worth it.

Well, I love lyrics - if I like them, and they go well with the music, I can hop into the emotion. I am not too good in making my own lyrics to spice up instrumentals :-))

My two daughters love everything that has melody, currently, although my older gal (she turns four now), tends to like my music, which is rather Metal and Rock, I guess. She surprised my by totally liking Rebellion a few weeks ago, singing along at the top of her voice. So, a catchy refrain has advantages :-))

Concerning type, I have some posters in my house, and since children ask a lot of questions, I usually tell them something about my work. However, since both of them are still illiterate, I guess it’s too early to start with typeface distinction :-)

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

W. Blake

lonely is the heart
whose secrets are untold
you’ll be lost before you’re loved
but that’s the way it goes
out of sight, out of the mind
friends will come and go
at the blink of an eye
and it makes me wonder to myself
what makes a simple goodnight
the dreaded farewell

we measure time
by the people that we’ve known
but with friends like mine
it takes a miracle just to grow old
and yet I just don’t get it
how I can still feel lonely now
with better friends than ever
more than ever lost in doubt
is it any wonder
that I think I’ve lost count

led by logic
I have come to understand
that wishful thinking
will only make a desperate man
shutter to think of the day he finds
a good enough reason
to take his own life
so have you ever wondered to yourself
how much it takes
to turn a good day into a living hell

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

We could go on for ages like this, but I’m not sure the rest here appreciates our posts...
If they do, I’ll be more than happy to post some more ;-)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6721909.stm

hhp

Are you challenging us, Hrant?
Too bad I don’t speak Spanish, let alone write it ;-)

Indeed - challenging you to resist the urge to make things explicit.
To promote, relish and leverage ambiguity and interpretation.
For example to make typefaces, not take photographs.
Preferably text fonts, not display fonts.

Yes, we need everything in this world; but some things more than others.

hhp

Was everything I posted so far too explicit?
I have other -more ambiguous- things to quote from as well ;-)
As for typefaces, I’m just an admirer, so I’ll stick to making display fonts for now since it’s a hell of a lot easier.
Besides, screw supply & demand... I make things for myself & I demand other things than the average person ;-)

Believing that the machiavellian spirit of the original topic should be nurtured (as one would nurture a child :-) I’ve dug up a couple of things that our 7-year-old (who was 6 at the time) drew. I had been doing some letterpress testing of a funny ink* and brought home some ampersands; Hrad asked for a print, and proceeded to trace the “skeleton” on it. When he showed it to me I said it was very nice, but he should also try to trace the outsides. :-> He proceeded to do so, and even though the quality was lower** I commended him heartily.

* http://typophile.com/node/21340 _
From July 21, 2006.

** Understandably - it’s harder to wrap your head around.

Some months later -during which time I had given him a Chinese calligraphy book- we were watching some Korean war epic on TV, and the talk turned to Japanese, at which point Hrad said he knew Japanese. I called him a liar, at which point he disappeared for a few minutes and came back with the following:

When I asked him why he had used outlines instead of a skeleton like they
do in school and stuff, he said it was because he knew I like outlines. :->

So there, skeptics!

hhp

That’s a beautiful story. But you brainwashed him into the outlines!

Except for the brainwashing part maybe (which is related to the original post), I don’t really see any point in your story, Hrant... But I’ve had a lòòòt to drink yesterday & practically haven’t slept in days, so maybe it’s just me %-)
What does the Chinese symbol stand for anyway?
BTW, I actually like the outlined ampersand best, but maybe that’s just me again?

> I don’t really see any point in your story

What, you need it set to music?

> What does the Chinese symbol stand for anyway?

It’s “Japanese”. I have no idea what it means.
But it’s funny that there’s a “J” in there!

hhp

Just checking if there was a point to it at all (and I’m still not sure if there is, so if there is indeed one, I’d be much obliged if you could/would translate it to music) ;-p
The Chinese/Japanese mistake was my bad. Should’ve read it more carefully before commenting.

I think the point was to entertain with a cautionary tale of a child’s easy impressionability. It is the only post I’ve read aloud (to friends a with an infant) from this thread, and then we talked about children’s desires to please parent, so I suppose it works.

it was a touching story. above my desk at my college office i have an incredibly sensitive, beautifully interpretted drawing of the mona lisa, done by my oldest son when he was 5. i mean, it slays me. i show it to my college students in my drawing for graphics classes, and tell them, “this is what i’m looking for - this depth of interpretation.” many are intimidated.

Are we brainwashed?

Who are THEY?

peas and carrots

Well, if we’re going to share parent/children stories, here’s one from when I was a kid...
I used to make a lot of drawings for my family which they usually displayed on their fridge. When my aunt once told me I couldn’t make too many drawings for her anymore since she was running out of “fridge space”, I told her: “Just do what my mom does & throw some away”. Apparantly the overdose of drawings I gave my mom somehow desensitized her for any emotional value of my artwork. To get back at her, I never got that “I love mom” tattoo ;-p

i am NEVER having kids.

shreyas