I've been cheating on my boyfriend.
And loving mostly every minute of it.
I'm always with my boyfriend in the car, at work and in the kitchen. We really click when we're together, seeing how music tames the savage beast.
Over the past few weeks though, the beast is getting mixed messages and hardly any soothing at all. You see, I hang out with my boyfriend because he woos me with the music I grew up with, a.k.a. My Parents Music.
When my boyfriend sings Suite - Judy Blue Eyes to me and backs it up with Mr. Brownstone we have a HUGE problem. Don't get me wrong, I love both songs dearly. DEARLY. And differently, oh so very differently.
I went to my 20 year high school reunion in October. I do NOT need a daily or even an hourly reminder that MY MUSIC is now 20+ years old. And WHAT THE HELL boyfriend!!?? What happened to your Classic Rock genre? Now you just say rock.
I've heard some rather questionable choices/voices come out of you, in particular you incessant need to play Chickenfoot. Sammy Hagar grates on my LAST nerve. If I hear ARRIBA ARRIBA One. More. Time. I'm going to go crazy!!
So I ran a few feet back the dial into my 80's easy listening comfort zone. And those bass turds are playing Christmas music until the rest of the year. It's ok, it's perfect for the office, I don't have to feel guilty about my radio choice and hide my shameful boyfriend love. WOW - I'm amazed at how many cheesy Christmas tunes have been recorded. I'm also thankful they play the old time standards, that keeps me from having to commit space on my mp3 player to my Time Life Christmas Classics CD.
I am most thankful to the sweet baby Jesus that I continue to work in this office, A L O N E. Because this man and this song makes me believe I can sing every song that comes out of the radio. I believe I am singing just as pretty as this:
but most likely, I'm pretty sure I sound like this: