Being a so-called “hip parent” is well and good, but no matter how many ironic Sex Pistols onesies you put on your li’l cherub, or how often you pump the Beatles, Stones and Ramones by the playpen (or newer stuff — our babe likes MGMT and the Ting Tings), there comes a day when your chip off the old rock block abandons the Na-na-na-nah from “Hey Jude” for the “Da-da-da-da-dah Dora (The Explorer)” song, or worse, the “I Love You, You Love Me” ditty drivel of the purple devil himself, Barney. Even those who employ nouveau-parenting tactics like banning the tube and Toys-R-Us trips will deal with this eventuality, but for those of us who do allow our tots some TV time (the American Academy of Pediatrics says it’s okay around the deuce mark) and happen to be music headz to boot, there are definite challenges when it comes to what’s on the wide screen... More >>>