I showed the Beastie Boys to my grandmother last week, and she loved them.
I didn't really.
But I'm sure she would have loved them if I had.
Although if my kid was sitting in an office chair in the middle of the room singing sporadically to himself without any music playing (I don't see any headphones!) I'd probably contact the neighborhood exorcist STAT.
...because there's NO WAY I could play a steady beat with a year of practice, let alone a year of living.
The kid who said of Thom Yorke "I don't think he's got any friends" is a sharp little guy.
I'd probably go and find their old safety pins from when I changed their diapers and offer it to them in case they want to pierce their nose. PRIDE.