It seems Bud has decided that he doesn't like a heavy dose of melancholy in his music.
This is not exactly a new phenomenon - for years, he has avoided Keith Urban's song "Everybody" because, he says, "it makes me strain." But recently, there seem to be more songs that are pulling his heartstrings in all the wrong directions, and he's having none of it. I get it, since I tend to be the same way with books and movies - I mean, life can be tough enough all on its own; I don't need heartbreak and despair in my entertainment. So, when a song like Carrie Underwood's "Just a Dream" comes on and I hear Bud's cautious "Mom?" piping up from the back seat, I quickly change the station and find a more upbeat tune.
Sometimes, though, Bud just wants to provide a little commentary on the music that's playing or ask a question about the lyrics, so I try not to make assumptions about how a particular song will affect him until he lets me know. The other day, Bud and I were in the middle of a long road trip when Trace Adkins' "I Wanna Feel Something" came on. It's not a new song and Bud has heard it a million times before without comment. This time, though, as the song came to its chorus,
"I want a heart that beats and bleeds,
A heart that's bustin' at the seams,
I wanna care, I wanna cry, I wanna scream.
I just wanna feel something,"
I heard Bud's voice from behind me. "Mom," he said, "it's satisfying."
"What's satisfying, Bud?"
"Trace. 'I Wanna Feel Something.' It's satisfying."
"You feel satisfied?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. But the "yeah" sounded just a touch too glum to me. Something wasn't adding up.
"What does 'satisfying' mean, Bud?" I asked.
"Means it makes me sad," he answered.
We changed the station.