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Why toddlers are suddenly the hottest tastemakers in music

When friends and colleagues found out my wife and I were expecting, they instantly pegged me — a music writer who’s covered rock and pop for 20 years — as a potential “cool dad.” I tried to live up to the mantle immediately by sitting next to my wife’s pregnant belly and strumming Echo and the Bunnymen songs on guitar, playing Smiths records louder than normal and even reading my unborn child extracts from the biography of late Fall singer Mark E. Smith, despite (or perhaps, because) he once threatened to hit me during an interview. In the delivery room, our daughter was born to the sound of Prince’s “Purple Rain.” I cut the umbilical chord during the final guitar solo and after much pleading with my ever-patient wi ...