The doctor told us our daughter had hearing loss.

As a father AND an audio engineer, this is a terrible thing to hear.

"Permanent?" I asked.

"No, fortunately, not. She will be fine once we get the tubes into her ears."

And we breathed a sigh of relief.

Lilja has had ear infections off and on for most of her life. And it got so bad she had to have surgery last week.

It's a simple procedure. We were in and out in about an hour. The actual procedure takes about 15 minutes.

I added up the potential costs we paid, plus what the doctors probably bill the insurance company and it seems like they're raking in the dough.

And I'm happy to pay. No way I want my daughter to listen to muddy mixes all her life.

All you have to do to fix your muddy mixes is to use my Audio Issues EQ. She had to have surgery!

But now her ears are clear. She can finally keep ignoring me with 100% of her hearing intact.

And although she's always been into music and dancing, it seems like she's grown even more in love with it.

She dances even more hardcore now.

She's starting to sing the melodies to songs.

(It sounds very sweet, but man she's pitchy...)

She's even banging on my ukulele, not realizing it's not actually a percussion instrument.

So last night we celebrated and watched "Stop Making Sense," the 1984 concert film with The Talking Heads from director Jonathan Demme (who oddly also directed "Silence of the Lambs"). 

And she loved it. The energy on stage. David Byrne's weird antics. The diversity of the performers.

If there's one mission I have, it's to raise her in such a way that her tastes will make her completely out of touch with her generation.

Starting with Talking Heads seems fitting. It gives me a break from "What Does the Fox Say."

She won't be able to escape the influence of her generation anyway. 

So if I share all the wonderful weirdness from last century, she'll take those two disparate influences and smash them together to create something new.

Something innovative.

Or maybe she'll become the first Ukulele Drummer. Who knows. 

All that matters is that her pain from listening to muddy mixes is finally over.

Hug your children and kiss your partners.

Cheers,

Björgvin