I have to learn the words to “O Canada”. Months ago, when my mother was flying on Air Canada to Heathrow, I went to the Air Canada website to check the status of her flight. E1 was on my lap as I looked at the screen and, for some reason, I started to sing the words “Air Canada” over and over to the tune of the Canadian national anthem. Not knowing the the music past the first few notes, I winged the rest of it, building to a very exciting and rather insane-sounding crescendo. E1 thought it was fantastic and has regularly requested repeat performances ever since. “Air Candida? Air Candida pleeeeeease!”
But I do feel I am doing her, the anthem, and the whole of Canada itself a bit of disservice by butchering their national song so badly, so it’s time to learn the words and the music properly.
But, national anthems of countries she’s never visited aside, E1’s true favourite band is the Foo Fighters. At least once a day — usually when Daddy gets home — she starts begging, “Guitars pleeeeease…. Foo Fighters pleeeeeease!” He puts on her favourite track, Best of You, and she says, “Loud?” with gleeful anticipation. And when the loud bit kicks in, she starts bouncing around the room like a lunatic.