No Mas Jonas

I feel GroovyVic's pain.

Last week when I drove the elder Llama-ettes out to camp, I said that they could each bring along their choice of CD's for the car. One of them brought her Jonas Brothers album.

Now the drive between Orgle Manor and the gels' camp is both topographically and historickally interesting. And being always willing to spread Cliff Clavin-like enlightenment, I tried to point out as many of these interests as I could along the way:

"Look, Girls! There's Catoctin Mountain, the easternmost range of the Blue Ridge!.....Look, Girls! That's the road that leads to the Cumberland Gap! Veeeery important spot for both Indians and colonists."

Daaaad!

"Say, Girls! We're on South Mountain! Let me tell you about its role in the Antietam and Gettysburg Campaigns! .............. Oh, look, Girls! Antietam Creek! Did you know Gen. McClellan could have ended the war there and then had he not been such an utter ass?................... Hey, Girls! There's the Chambersburg Pike- that's where Harry Heth's Division came down on Gettysburg from the west! Looking for shoes, you know.................. Boy, we must be somewhere pretty durn close to Fort Necessity! Did I tell you girls about George Washington and the French & Indian War? And how poor Marie Antoinette essentially lost her head because of the fight for control of what later became Pittsburgh?"

Daaaad-yyyyyy!!! We're trying to listen to the Jonas Brothers!

"Jonas Brothers, foresooth!" I said. "They sing through their noses. And what the heck do a bunch of teenagers know about love anyway? Punks."

As for the music itself? Feh. We have a rule in the car that a CD can only be listened to once before being changed. It wasn't until we were half way through the second hearing that I realized we were repeating songs. The gels thought that was hi-larious.