Little Blog and her big sister, Sunshine, are in the back of Dad’s car. Dad is tired of listening to pop music and gives them the choice of alternative rock (”noisy music,” he explains) or classical.

Little Blog only wants the song, “rock ‘n roll”, which is her name for her favourite song, Drift Away. Sunshine votes for classical, and her vote carries the day. A Mozart piano concerto fills the car. Dad asks them to tell him what the music makes them think.

Little Blog: “I’m thinking of a piano playing itself.”

Sunshine: “I’m thinking of notes flying off a page.”

Little Blog: “Me too!”

After a while, Dad asks them again what the music brings to mind.
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Little Blog’s big sister, Sunshine, has discovered the Beatles, and is feeling very adult about it. And she is making a point of practising the more obscure lyrics, the better to impress Little Blog.

“I am here as you are here as we are all together,” she is singing as she dances around the holiday apartment. “I am the eggman, I am the eggman, I am the walrus. Coo coo choo, coo coo coo choo. Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the end to come…”

Little Blog is thoroughly unimpressed. It’s her job to go on and on about nothing at all.

 She interrupts Sunshine: “I’ve got two favourite adult songs.”

 ”What are they called?” Sunshine demands.



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