Crank That

When I went back to Chicago for my 10 year highschool reunion, my sister told me about a song that was banned from her homecoming dance. She explained the song to me and I exclaimed, “I hate that freakin’ song.” She laughed and said that there is a dance that goes along with the song as well. If I could actually understand what they were saying, I would here a lot of nasty things.

If you don’t know the song, go here.

So for Christmas she made my kids a CD. They love music, especially the Dropkick Murphys. As a joke she put “Crank That” on it. I sighed when I heard it, but thought I can just skip that song when it comes on.

While I was cleaning upstairs this morning, they were listening to their CD downstairs. Nathan turned up the volume, which was fine. Just as I let out a big “ugh” as the song starts to play, there’s a knock on the door. I figured it was just the UPS man or something. No, its my neighbor. She’s probably thinking…”starting them out young on the hip hop, eh? I was embarrassed, but really didn’t feel the need to explain myself.

Don’t get my wrong. I like a little hip hop here and there, but you can keep Crank That.