On this very special day, I propose that we celebrate mothers in a musical way.
When we collect our thoughts on what it means to celebrate our moms, memories gravitate towards mothers lovingly tending to our boo boos, tenaciously cleaning our boogery noses throughout the winter sans an ounce of revulsion, or despite aching feet, slaving over a quick pot of spaghetti, the favorite meal, when we had a tough day at grade school.
I’m injecting a new lane of appreciation as we honor our mothers this Sunday.
Your mom is…the music supervisor…of…your…life.
Your mother DJ’d to you, the most precious audience, her favorite music from the albums she bought, radio stations she listened to, and concerts she attended, while you listened intently within the walls of “Club Womb.”
Think about it. Mommy Music Supervisor was shaping you with sounds and music as your brain took shape in your mango-sized skull. She exposed you to a specially-made playlist of music, hand selected, before and after you drew your first breath.
Within The Womb
My dispensing props to mommies everywhere for their music supervision is backed by proven research. Science supports the idea that noise and music have substantial influence on babies still in the womb. Language, sound, and music conduct very well through amniotic fluid; babies use liquid to play telephone with the outside world.
Studies have suggested that not only does music influence babies while in the womb, but that they can actually learn melodies while in the later stages of baking in the oven.
Learning the melody of “Sweet Child Of Mine” while in the womb? Awesomesauce.
The point is that our minds were processing noise and sound before we arrived, and not only were we listening to the sounds of our environment during the last stages of our mother’s pregnancies, we were also remembering:
The main message for new moms is that their babies are listening and learning and remembering during the last stages of pregnancy. Their brains do not wait for birth to start absorbing information Patricia K. Kuhl, PhD
Even more bananas is that prenatal babies have a spectrum of reactions to different genres of music:
Concert-going mothers report their preborn babies jump at the sudden sound of drums. In fact, from at least the 23rd week on, a preborn baby’s hearing is developed enough to enable him to respond to outside noise. Babies seem agitated by rock music, kicking violently when they hear it and are calmed by classical music. Even the five-month-old fetus has been found to have discriminating musical ears. In one study, kicking babies calmed to the sounds of Vivaldi but became agitated in response to Beethoven. AskDrSears.com
That damn Beethoven, making a riot with a cacophony of classical instruments, annoying babies for 200 years.
Realizing that you’re essentially a music supervisor placing music in the most important show of all probably makes some mothers happy, scares the hell out of a few, and for others, inspires a sudden flash of enlightenment regarding the unexplainable disposition of their crazy-ass children.
“Ah. Chad makes sense now. Damn you KISS. Damn you!”
Outside The Womb
After birth you clung to your mommy’s bosom like a baby monkey dangling about its mothers belly with two fistfuls of fur. And you were constantly reaping the rewards of her music supervision.
Mom went to buy records and tapes of “The Wheels Of The Bus” and “Row Row Row Your Boat,” singing with us as we clapped along and dribbled goo onto our onesies. She sang to us and put us to sleep with lullabies, or cleverly sealed our toothless mouths with song when we were howling for dear life.
Mom shaped our minds with music. She used music to develop our intellects, to help ignite our creativity, and boost our quantitative thinking.
Mom, you rock. Literally.
From fetus to baby to toddler, Mom kicked her music supervision into high gear, building our impressionable minds with her favorite tunes while we chucked spaghettios from our high chairs, or napped lightly in the car while she drove to the grocery store to grab a bag of diapers. From nursery rhymes to Nirvana, mom shaped and molded us with music.
As kids playing with our blocks in the living room floor, we never paid much attention to mom throwing on “With or Without You,” Bono’s smooth, husky vocals massaging our minds. God knows what moms did to us back in ‘85 when they had Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” on repeat (was there actually a “repeat” back then?). Mom’s Madonna influence, if only she knew, could have turned girls into strippers. We kids were there, our brains absorbing and processing the melodies, the rhythms, the instruments and progressions.
I was ok with / not having everything / Long as Saturdays you had the Commodores playing” Jay-Z, “I Made It”
How did your mother shape you with music supervision? I pulled up the billboard charts from ‘81 when I was born and asked my mom what she’s was rocking out to.
|1) Kim Carnes “Bette Davis Eyes”
2) Diana Ross and Lionel Richie “Endless Love”
3) Kenny Rogers “Lady”
5) Rick Springfield “Jessie’s Girl”
6) Kool and The Gang “Celebration”
9) Dolly Parton “9 to 5”
13) Smokey Robinson “Being With You”
|18) Grover Washington Jr. “Just The Two Of Us”
19) Pointer System “Slow Hand”
39) Commodores “Lady (You Bring Me Up)”
46) Pat Benatar “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”
90) Hall and Oates “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”
98) Diana Ross “I’m Coming Out” (very appropriate for this blog post)
Look at the musical diversity and genius that I was forged in, thanks to my mom, Jaqueline. This explains, quite obviously, why I’m the unfathomably eclectic, smooth, and soulful son of a gun that I am. Thanks mom!
I collected a random assortment of Music Dealers’ employees to see what year they were born in and what songs were atop the charts.
- ‘72 David Szostak, Marketing: Roberta Flack “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”
- ‘77 Clay Johnson, Tech: Rod Stewart “Tonight’s The Night (Gonna Be Alright)”
- ‘83 Lyndsey Ager, PR: #1 The Police “Every Breath You Take”
- ‘83 Will Saad, Rights: #2 Michael Jackson “Billie Jean”
- ‘85 Jeffery David, Sales: Wham featuring George Michael “Careless Whisper”
- ‘86 Pat Fauntleroy, Rights: Dionne and Friends “That’s What Friends Are For”
- ‘87 Rob Lindquist, Creative: The Bangles “Walk Like An Egyptian”
- ‘88 Emily Hubbell, Operations: George Michael “Faith” (Awe man I had that on my walkman)
- ‘90 Caroline Kerr, Sales: Wilson Phillips “Hold On”
Prefer not to sculpt your baby’s mind with the elegant poetry of 2 Chainz?
“My wrist deserve a shout out, I’m like ‘what up wrist?’ My stove deserve a shout out, I’m like ‘what up stove?’” 2 Chainz “Fork”
Such sophistication. Such culture. Brilliant. Instead, enjoy this Mother’s Day Throwback Playlist on Spotify created from the birth years of Music Dealers employees. Young mothers and mothers to be, immerse yourselves in classics and properly sculpt your baby’s mind with vintage soul, rock, and pop. Music Dealers wants you to start off the music supervision the right way.
Today, Music Dealers celebrates the mother of each and every dealer at the company. We honor the mothers who’ve shaped us early on with music, contributing to our collective destiny of braving this incredibly difficult industry to land together in this place and time to form what is Music Dealers. We celebrate Mother White (my mom), Mother Ager, Mother Sheinkop, Mother Hubbell, Mother Fauntleroy, Mother Lindquist, and all the MD moms.
We celebrate our artists and clients who are current mothers, or soon to be mothers, bumpin Aloe Blacc in the baby bump, shaping the next generation with knocking 808’s, bold guitar riffs, or chipper ukuleles.
We pay homage to all the music industry moms likely to pass along their love for music to their children, potentially one of the greatest gifts they give.
We celebrate all the mothers, inadvertent music supervisors and DJ’s, who will sonically influence the next generation of tykes. What will those absorbing Kendrick Lamar and Taylor Swift in the snug confines of Club Womb grow to become?
We’ll all just have to wait and see. Happy Mother’s Day.
By: Christopher Rucks, Loved By Mom
Photo Credit: Eric Kilby