Living On A Prayer….

Remember the non-existing ‘categories’ I have?
Here’s another…it’s called the ‘help, i’m a music idiot.’

Shaun and I were in the van today going to the flea market. (shut up, it’s not as bad as it sounds) I put on a CD I made and labeled it, “Random and Odd really crappy ass music”
I figure if I label them with things like, “Lame music you won’t like” or “Yuk Barf” the girls won’t steal them out of my car anymore.

“Fire Lake” by Bob Segar came on and I was singing along…having a great ol’ time enjoying my newly made CD when I noticed that Shaun looked like he was going to blow chunks in the driver’s seat.
“S’matter?” I ask.
“Nothin.” He says in his neither here nor there tone.
I know something is wrong, but i’m going to play the guy card on this one and not worry about it for 3 days.
“Who sings this?” I ask him, just to see if he knows. I am mean like that. I play the ‘who sings this’ or ‘what movie is this from’ with the girls all the time. I just know he’s going to look at me and say, “Don’t be an idiot Kristine. It’s Bob Segar.”

and then he says something that makes me want to rethink our whole relationship.

“I don’t know…it’s crap.”

Bob Segar. Fire Lake. Crap. ??? Did I just hear this right? Did he just say Bob Fucking Segar is crap? He did. I couldn’t talk to him for the rest of the ride.

After a couple hours of shopping we come home and I decide there is no way we can co-exist in a car if I have to listen to nothing other than Matchbox 20/Rob Thomas or Sports Talk Radio every time we leave the house as a family.
It’s time to find something we both like. 80’s music. I like Rock…he likes ‘crap’ so we would have to find a happy medium or kill each other.

I start downloading what I like, because I heard on a movie last night that ‘the woman is always right’ and I believe everything I see on TV. I’m right, so I am picking out the music.
He comes in and suggests for this way cool 80’s rock CD i’m making – ZZ Top.
I pick Tush, he picks Legs.
“CLEARLY Tush is the right song.”
“No, Legs. If you’re going to put a ZZ song on there, you have to go with Legs.” He insists.
“It’s too overplayed. Ick.” I defend.
“Whatever.”

Internet, we are going to break up over music. I can just see this happening. He already broke up with me over movies.

Here’s the direction we went…(He kind of was leaning way to the right side of the 80’s and I was SO far on the left towards the 70’s)

AC/DC
Billy Squire
Ted Nugent
Guns and Roses
Motely Crue
Foreigner
Boston
Van Halen
Poison
Great White

I am going to throttle him if he complains when I put Thin Lizzy’s “The Boys are Back in Town” on this CD and delete “Crazy Train” from the hard drive.

Suggest a song for a CD.

The worst thing that can happen is we bond together to laugh at your suggestions.

Or I kill him.