Oh, THAT'll be interesting.

Ever since Peter introduced me to Apocalyptica awhile back, I've been hooked.  There are some days that only the ironic marriage of hard rock and a quartet of cellos will soothe.

Weird, isn't it?

I never said I was normal.

I downloaded mp3s for my player, and then burned a CD for those rare times when I'm driving and feel the need to listen to their stuff.  I deliberately chose to put only the instrumental stuff on the CD, in case the kids were in the van with me.  A group that started out as a Metallica cover band...well, I don't need little kids exposed to harsh lyrics.

Heck, I don't need to be exposed to harsh lyrics.

But I do love their music.

Today, in the van on the way to Lowe's, I had my Apocalyptica mix in the CD player.  It was cued up to the song that got me hooked in the first place.

As the song finished, and the final strains faded, Large Fry asked, "Mommy, can we listen to that again?  I like that song!"

Well, sure!  Like I'm gonna object to listening to one of my favorite songs again.

"We should play this in church!" Large gushed enthusiastically.  "Let's do that!  We'll bring it in to church!"

"Hmmmm," I murmured, trying to be noncommittal.

"Mommy, we should sing this in church!"

I tried not to laugh, but it was hard.

"You'll have to ask Daddy after he gets back," I finally said.

"This is a great song!  We should really sing it in church!"

What song?

I'm so glad you asked.

I never looked up the lyrics because I didn't want to ruin my own enjoyment of the song.  (Don't burst my bubble now.)

This is what was playing:


APOCALYPTICA from giorgoskappa on Vimeo.