A Paternal Epiphany
Today, I showed my dad what Pandora Radio is.
Now, this is the man who has locked his truck radio onto a Classic Rock station. He jams out to Journey, Nirvana, and Bon Jovi. He’s a Dean Winchester sort of music guy.
So it surprised me a bit when the first thing he types in for his new station is, “Madonna.” But I figured it’s the 80’s, y'know? I let it slide.
But then he kept adding variety, and I kept getting more and more confused: Cyndi Lauper, Prince, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Gloria Estefan…
But I totally lost it at the conversation that followed when his new station played the second song: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.
Dad: “What is this? I didn’t add The Gaga to my list.”
Me: “It picks songs with similar traits to what you add. Same with artists.”
Dad: “Well, good!” *likes song* “That means it’ll come back later, right? I like the Gaga.”
My dad, the man who raised me on Queen and Asia, “loves Lady Gaga.”
I feel like my life has been a lie, but for some reason this sudden revelation has also made me inordinately happy.
It has also given me the headcanon that Dean Winchester secretly listens to Lady Gaga when Sam’s not around to tease him about it.
Life is good.