My son Brian is trying to drag me musically into the 21st century. Whenever we talk music he’ll bring up the name of a band and he gets a blank stare in return. There are some rock bands that are popular and when Brian plays some of them for me, I’ll give him a snap decision about whether I like it.

Now, saying I like some artist doesn’t mean I want to listen to them over and over. I had my MP3 charging the other night, trying to get the maximum of 3 hours of playing time. I know, I think something is amiss with it.

When I awoke the next morning Brian had put my MP# on my dresser, which I thought was very nice of him. When I turned it on in my car stereo, I put it on shuffle and unfamiliar music came blaring out of my speakers.I’m not a big Tracy Lawrence fan, so I skipped it, wondering how it got on my MP3.

A few songs later The Clancy Brothers came on. I let it go because it was St. Patrick’s Day, but I’ll be deleting it after a while. Brian also added Irish music by the Pogues and the Drop Kick Murphys. I like both of them — in limited doses. I’ll keep some of them around for a change of pace.But I like the music I’ve been adding to my MP3 — even though it’s heavily weighted in the 1960s and ’70s.

Right now I consider it the greatest radio station in town: I like every song played, there are no commercials or disc jockey chatter. I’ll be brought up to speed when I’m riding in the car with Brian or if I come across him checking out new music on the Internet. I can live with that.