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A title explanation...
Literally translated, Jai Ho means “victory is mine.” I felt like the song title (from the
Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack) fit the article about Cassidy’s birth because of its sentiment but also because it happened to be playing when she was born. However, Cassidy’s entrance song could easily have been something else. Something hilariously worse.
I learned of Eric's eclectic musical taste quite by accident. Years ago, I borrowed Eric’s car to run an errand when he was blocking me in the driveway. At the time he was driving a Jetta so I thought I was pretty cute driving up River Road to pick up sandwiches to fuel us during one of our many home projects. The radio was on and I just let whatever was in the CD player play out. It was Linkin Park; so again, I thought I was pretty cool as the roughness of the music took up the space between me and the wind rushing in from the sun roof. The next song in line, however, changed the atmosphere. Enya came sailing away through the speakers. Enya? I located the track forward button to escape this new age noise only to come to
Barbie Girl. Wow. I almost steered off the road trying to change it.
I gingerly broached the subject with Amanda who only cautioned me to never listen to one of Eric’s mixes again because the selection could get much worse. Perhaps a year later, on a flight from Newark to Aruba, Amanda, Eric and I were playing “Guess who’s IPod.” It is a simple game where you close your eyes and one of the other players selects a song from another player’s IPod and holds it up to your ears and you have to guess the owner of the playlist. After my jaunt in the Jetta, and knowing my sister’s very specific music tastes, I knew I was listening to Eric’s right away when Kid Rock was followed by
Hakuna Matata. Country rock followed by The Lion King. Classic Eric.
So the day of Cassidy’s birth, Eric’s schizophrenic jukebox in his head was flying free and he would intermittently share a line or two of his favorite new tune, “Baby I like it” by Enrique Iglesias. (This is also the ring tone on his phone whenever Amanda calls him.) With every burst of song I could see Amanda get a little edgier. While Eric’s multifaceted music tastes are loved and appreciated by all, there may be moments when such medleys are not treasured.
However, when the doctor came in and let us know we were just about ready, Amanda asked for a little music. Eric eagerly responded with, “I got it babe,” only to have Amanda gasp back, “No, no, not your IPod. Get mine!” Even in the midst of labor Amanda knew that it was possible for her daughter to come into the world to the cast of Glee singing
Don’t Stop Believing if Eric’s IPod was in use. She could not let that happen. So, in between contractions, she grabbed her IPod and scrolled for her “maternity” play list and hit play.
As if on cue, Cassidy appeared as the Bollywood Ballad bounced in the background. It was followed by
When you Say Nothing at All, Eric and Amanda’s wedding song. Welcome baby girl!