They say hind-sight is 20/20, but I've found there is something much more clear and definitely more crisp than the 20/20 brought forth by hind-sight. Do you know what that is? It's nostalgia. Nostalgia is 20/0 (or whatever.) Nastalgia is better than perfect.
The way I see it, people can be divided cleanly into two types with the use of some sorting criteria (criterium?) For example, you can sort people into two-types based on those who like Neil Diamond and those who do not and you can also sort people based on their preference for Van Halen lead-out men. I'm sure I've sorted people into crisp clean categories on other occasions, but cannot recollect when and where.
Today I dreamt up yet another way to classify people: Binkie or No Binkie?
I'm not asking you to sort yourself based on whether you had the opportunity to partake of the pacifier. I'm asking more about your tolerance for the succulent tranquilizer, the one in which parents often use to conciliate a crabby crawler.
So which is it? Do you dig or not dig the binkie?
We dig (dug, actually) the binkie. This self-sorted settlement is an educated one for we were blessed with a child of each classification. We had both a binkie babe and a howler that could not be hushed by a synthetic nipple. Yahoo #1 was the howler; Yahoo #2 was the binkie babe.
Although I have tolerance - and one might even say love - for this mollifying modus operandi, I do have limited license for the suckling age of the binkie beholder. I'm not a fan of little ones who transmit verbal tidings through their plastic piece. It's mostly because I enjoy the toddler talk. I enjoy how little ones fabricate sentences and ideas. If a toddler is chewing on a plastic consoler, then, well, I don't get to hear the silly things they come up with. It's as simple as that.
So when Yahoo #2 (our one 'n only Binkie Babe) began to speak words, we initiated a limitation on pacifier privileges. The poor child could only have his oracle opiate at bed and nap time. I don't remember there being a particular struggle with this. I do know, however, that bed time became AMAZING. We'd take Yahoo #2 to his crib and throw in a binkie or two. He'd then proceed to dive in, shove the pacifier into his mouth, roll back his eyes, moan a syllable or two, then conk for hours.
That there ritual became known as "Binkie Nigh-Nigh." We still call bed time Binkie Nigh-Nigh, even though that Binkie got Stinkie and has since been extracted from the residence.
I figured that it was high time I made us a bed time playlist. So that's what today's Tuesday Tunes are: The Bed Time Playlist. And since we refer to bed time as Binkie Nigh-Nigh, the playlist is titled:
The Golden Age - Beck
Jesus to a Child - George Michael
Silence - Matisyahu
Dreamboat Annie - Heart
One Magic Kiss - Brandi Carlile
Foofie - Hans Zimmer
Everything'll Be Alright (Will's Lullaby) - Joshua Radin
Lullaby For The First Born - Acoustic Alchemy
Dreams On Fire - A.R. Rahman
All That Matters - Mark Knopfler
Little One - Beck
Damien Dreams - Jeremy Enigk
A Pillow Of Winds - Pink Floyd
Caravan Of Dreams - Acoustic Alchemy
Reading In Bed - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
Sleep On It Tonight - Morcheeba Feat. Thomas Dybdahl
Sleep - The Dandy Warhols
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - George Michael
Golden Slumbers - The Beatles
Sweet Dreams - Mark Knopfler and Chet Atkins
Good Night - The Beatles
A Special Gift - Love Reprise
Bella's Lullaby - Carter Burwell
Dreaming With A Broken Heart -John Mayer
An American Dream - Love and Rockets
Soma - Smashing Pumpkins
The Dream Of The Dolphin - Enigma
Dreamland - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Through The Morning, Through The Night - Robert Plant and Alison Krauss
All My Dreams - Miss Hansen
Lady Daydream - Twin Sister
The Post War Dream - Pink Floyd
Goodnight Goodnight - Spiritualized
Lonely Nights - Chris Isaak
Sleepless - The Decemberists
Lullaby - The Cure
Can You Feel The Love Tonight? - Elton John
Goodnight, Travel Well - The Killers
Breeze Black Night - The Ditty Bops
Thank the Lord for the Night Time - Neil Diamond
God Bless And Goodnight - Morcheeba
Nights in White Satin (Single Edit) - The Moody Blues
Here Comes the Sun - Yo-Yo Ma and James Taylor
And from Moe:
Evening Prayer from Hansel Gretel
Whatever gets you through the night - Elton John Lennon
Are You Sleeping - Harry Nilsson
I'm Only Sleeping - The Beatles
Transylvanian Lullaby from Young Frankenstein
The Dream - Moody Blues
Lover's Lullaby - Janis Ian
He always had to have a two - one to suck on and one to hold.
A result of women having two, perhaps? See how nostalgia made me see that clearly?