Mr. Mojo Risin'

I'm taking a little break from the house post, because my camera will not upload to my computer. As I reinstalled the software, and used an alternate usb port, I have to assume it is low on battery. So, while I'm charging, please enjoy this post.

When we moved into this house, my son was into all things Asian. The landlord agreed to paint his room Asian red, and I put up an awesome wallpaper border of warriors on horseback with swords, battling. My son had a thing at the time for swords, also. I had no problem with it, because my son is one of the most laid back people you would ever meet. He collected swords the way some people collect stamps. He displayed them, but he was never the kind of kid that actually played with them. I only had to tell him once, "these are your possessions, but if I ever find out that you are not treating them responsibly, I will take them away from you until you are 18". He not only never played with them, he didn't let his friends play with them, either. It just hasn't been an issue.

About six months ago, my son told me he's not into the Asian thing anymore. Bummer, because Nana and I had been putting stuff away for Christmas. Whatever, kids are allowed to change what they like. However, his WHOLE room is based on that theme. He told me recently that he wanted to take down the wallpaper border, to which I replied, "good luck". That bitch took me WEEKS to put up. The walls aren't even, not remotely even, and sometimes it wouldn't even stick! I may or may not have used actual glue at some point instead of wallpaper glue.

My son started trying to take down the wallpaper border this weekend. He gave up pretty quickly when the shit wouldn't come off the walls. He had already taken out most of the Asian from his room before Christmas, and then took the rest of it out when he got his new desk from Santa. Turns out, he had ordered some posters he would rather have on his walls instead.

They came in today, and I was pleasantly surprised. The posters were of Led Zeppelen, Jimi Hendrix, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Killers, and Sublime. I asked, "where are The Doors?" He said that he didn't see any posters that he thought were cool enough, just Jim Morrison mugging it up for the camera. I happen to love Jim Morrison mugging it up for the camera, but am glad my son has his own opinion.

My son is named for my brother, who died about a year and half before my son was born. My brother loved Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix and The Doors. It is just a coincidence that my son is starting to love this music.

I will never forget my brother stating, "I am the Lizard King, I can do anything". I know for a fact that he told my sister, Kouf, "if I die, look for me in Mr. Mojo Risin'". I didn't know at the time that it was Jim Morrison's anagram. My brother would write that with a black sharpie anywhere he got the opportunity.

I'm thankful that my son has his own opinions, and views on music. I also thank God that he didn't get a poster with Mr. Mojo Risin' to hang on his wall. That probably would have freaked Auntie Kouf out!