Everything that's attractive, beautiful, shiny, bright... we put it on ourselves. It can be passed on to generations. When the wig wears out we can mend it, we can add more, and it can be passed on from father to son.

That water makes their hair grow. They say the magic word and they want the boy's hair or man's hair to grow packed together, bright, shiny and good.

When they go out for tribal fighting and they fight and kill a man... they come back to the tribe and organize a sing-sing like that because they are happy they have killed the enemy.

It's a classic, and it's been relevant to three generations of children.

Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture. To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.

We need to remember across generations that there is as much to learn as there is to teach.