You mean hipness isn't genetic?

In what seems like the perfect companion piece to yesterday's post, the NY Times covers the burgeoning industry that caters to parental rock and roll sensibilities. We're talking songs by the Cure, Nirvana, and Pink Floyd turned into lullabies. Says the article: "To be a parent in 2006 — especially a coastal, well-heeled, contemporary-minded one — is to be blasted by possibilities for nurturing impeccable musical taste in one’s offspring."

I will freely admit it--I am right now fighting the urge to run to the nearest record store and buy rock-a-bye-baby Radiohead style for the opffspring who are as of now merely a twinkle in my eye.