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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Baby, You're the Best

Baby Dog is really learning to sing now. I’ve mentioned her special Napster playlist. As with any medium prey to the tastes of a fickle public, songs have waxed and waned in popularity. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” has declined in popularity – Baby Dog perhaps being influenced here by Mama Dog, who has grown heartily sick of hearing “a-wemoweh, a-wemoweh” every morning, tending instead to skip to the next track. At the same time, Baby Dog has found a real appreciation for the happy bounce of Clarence “Frogman” Henry’s R&B novelty hit, “Ain’t Got No Home” (that’s the one where he got his nickname by singing like a frog).

One track that has gone down and then back up in popularity – despite Mama Dog having grown weary of it as well – is Carly Simon’s “Nobody Does it Better (The Spy Who Loved Me).” It would take more time than it’s worth to explain why this was on Baby Dog’s playlist in the first place, but it seems she has in the fullness of time embraced this song wholeheartedly—so much so that she now sings entire verses to herself. Not while the song’s playing, mind you, but just to herself in odd moments. In her crib. When playing in the living room. She doesn’t exactly have the tune right, but she sure knows (most of) the words. “Nobody DOES it better,” she waveringly croons, “makes me feel sad FOR da rest, nobody DOES it good as you” – missing a couple of words there, but still – “baby, you’re da best!” I can’t quite bring myself to believe she understands what those words mean when strung together in that order, but she definitely knows the order.

Her next feat of memorisation will surely be the opening stanza of Bruce Springsteen’s “Badlands.” This morning, during nappy change, she looked up at me and sang, “Lights out tonight.” I waited, but “trouble in the heartland” did not seem to be forthcoming. Yet.


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