Teenagers

This month, my kids Charlotte and Oliver turn 17 and 15, respectively.

Even typing that sentence feels entirely unreal. To me, it was like yesterday that I could pick them both up at once with only a modicum of effort. Were I to attempt that now, it would mean a swift trip to the chiropractor.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ve probably noticed a decrease in their invocations. Time was when they made for regular fodder here, whether I was ruminating on their strange little witticisms, recounting my own shoddy attempts at parenting, documenting their travels around the city, making them review canonical post-punk albums or having them replicate the poses of various bands from iconic photos and album covers. For a long while, they were my willing little participants and always game for some new form of silliness. All these instances feel like mere days ago, to me.

But, y’know, as I mentioned way back in 2013, as time went on, I felt less comfortable subjecting them to my weird little whims. They were no longer my models. Now, I can pretty much forget about asking them to strike a pose in front of some arguably significant address that Joey Ramone once slouched in front of, lest I get a lot of eye-rolling and pushback. Charlotte absolutely demands the right to vet any photo I take of her, let alone post. Oliver isn’t quite as bothered, but he still wants to see pictures before they go live, so to speak. Fair enough, but the spontaneity and, sadly, the fun has been largely syhphoned out of it.

My kids have their own lives and their own identities, and while I remain their father, they’re certainly entitled to their privacy. As such, don’t expect another “stop shot” from them any time soon.

It’s been a very tough year for the younger generation, when ya think about it. Both kids have been pretty stoic through it all and have just gotten on with it, but my wife and I feel like apologizing to them every day for missing out on what would otherwise have been pivotal eras for them. They’re both doing exceptionally well in school, and we could not be prouder of them, but these were not the high school experiences they were promised.

Very soon, we start looking at colleges for Charlotte, the prospect of which is too emotionally engulfing for me to even begin to process. And no-longer-little Oliver will follow close behind her in that trajectory.

At that point, I lost the ability to fathom how life will be.

Comments

[Chung Wong]

I remember once commenting how the album cover poses will one day make a magnificent scrap book. One day I believe it will become a book you make. It's like a magnificent inch ruler measuring height blended with your own personal music history. Something just so artistically wonderful about this kind of generational memoir.

[Where's The Youth Music?]

Serious question:

Where are the bands made up of NYC teenagers? Is that extinct? And when I say bands I don't mean just hardcore punk or metal bands I mean any kind of music & they have to meet this very simple criteria: teenagers, at least two bandmembers live in NYC (one BM for a duo), original music.

'Sucks that your kids most likely don't have peers creating music or do they?

[Alex in NYC]

Funnily enough, my daughter does have one friend that is a bona fide singer/songwriter and has released music. I mean, it certainly ain't Leeway, but I respect that he's doing it.

My son has an acoustic guitar and was taking lessons prior to the pandemic, but has since put it back down. Hoping to revive that this summer.

But yeah -- the concept of teens starting a band seems anachronistic.

[Oliver]

Hello!