My parents and I have spent the last 45 minutes or so watching sad songs on YouTube and trying not to crying. It's all my fault, I guess, since I started the discussion---five hours ago---about the challenge of creating art while fearing what others expect of you. This reminded my father of a song he couldn't quite remember about a small-town singer who is crushed by the critics. And since my family is...well, my family...this meant that for the next four hours---amid other discussions and entertainments---we attempted to discover the title and artist of the song.

After much googling and gnashing of teeth, we stumbled on "Mr Tanner" by Harry Chapin. Which we watched. And cried over. And that led us to a few more Harry Chapin songs, including "Taxi", which in turn led us to "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg. Which we watched. And cried over. And the loss of that great talent reminded me of another similar loss. Enter "A Boy and His Frog" by filkertom. Which we watched. And *sobbed* over. After that, there was only one thing to do: we watched the Jim Henson memorial medley. Which actually cheered us up. Considerably.

Never a dull moment in my parents' house, I tell you.

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