When Miles was really young, we listened to Nirvana a lot. He liked them. I liked them. We sang along with their music in the car, as much as we could understand the words.
“On a Plain” includes the lyrics, “I love myself // better than you.” I did not want Miles singing this at the top of his voice because I thought it was a really selfish thing for a little boy to say. Whenever the song came on in the car, I sang over it really loudly: “I love you // better than me.” It is a subtle but important difference.
Years later, the song came on the stereo at home as part of a mix, and I wasn’t there to sing along to drown out the real lyrics. Miles heard the words. He ran in to the kitchen where I was washing dishes and he told me that I had the songwrong. Oh, no, I told him. I must have misheard it.