we all listen alone
July 11, 2008
I talked about music a month or two ago, and told you (you know, YOU) how my musical taste (ha) evolved. Well, you know how evolution involves branching, and speciation, and even dead ends?
Kim and I seem to have speciated musically. Although I’m not sure I know what that means. But I know I’m a little upset, and that’s what I’m trying to get across. Is it coming across?
Last week, while driving to pick up the kids at Lagoon (you know, when she mentioned my “food prep“), I was driving, which means, according to time-honored rules honored the world over, that I control the music unless I specifically delegate that responsibility. According to my custom I had the iPod (actually, my recently unlocked iPhone, but that’s a different topic) on total shuffle.
And we were listening to what might be the greatest song ever made, Radiohead’s “Everything In It’s Right Place.” And Kim said, “um, can we skip this song?”
I did a double take so violent I might have torn a muscle in my neck. I gave her the Eyes Bulging Out Of The Sockets stare. She was singularly unimpressed.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you love it, whatever. I would have skipped like the last 20 songs already.”
I will now lock the doors and fill the car with water. I’m not sure which of us will be in the car.