It snapped me back into the car.
Where I was in my head was an entirely different place. In my head, I was bobbing along singing, “If I had a million dollars … If I had a million dollars … I would buy you a house …”
“What?” I asked as I looked over at B, who by this point was mocking the movement of killing himself with a gun to the head. “You don’t like Barenaked Ladies?”
“They had this song, and maybe like five others that are decent at best. The rest suck.”
Oooh … score one for me in the “How to Win Friends and Influence People” category.
This from a man who put “Fergalicious,” “The Milkshake Song” and “Hey There Delilah” on a mix CD for a girl. (In the interest of full disclosure, it accidentally found its way both IN my office and later in my Mac when I mistook it for a blank CD that I needed to burn some pics.)
But come ON! Three of the most arguably WORST SONGS EVER MADE were on that CD, and he wants to call me out for being a giant Foo Fighters fan (hey, I’ve been repeatedly told they suck, too), liking Barenaked Ladies songs and having an affinity for 1970s music?
Whatever. What. Ever. Hey there Delilah heard your taste in music’s shitty …
But, I digress. And it’s OK. If I got mocked for every mix CD I ever made for a person, the mockery would last well into the next decade. And that’s being generous. Very generous. I’d mock me until at least the next century.
This revelation that I, the one who always has music in some form playing, had “shitty” taste in music, was shocking. Sure, I love cheeseball classics like “Waiting for a Star to Fall” and “Saturday Night” by the Bay City Rollers. Who the hell doesn’t? Can any one of you tell me that you DON’T listen to crap every now and again?
Sweet Ann calls my AOL Radio ’90s station “Applebee’s Radio.” Mostly because every song you hear on that channel has at one time been played ad nauseum at America’s hometown restaurant.
Sometimes, when I get ready for work or going out at home, I put it on the 1970s or 1980s music channel on cable and turn it all the way up. Saturday before the wedding we were going to I was jamming out to some of the best 1980s music the channel had to offer — Mr. Mister, Whitesnake, John Parr (I felt the St. Elmo’s fire burning in me), Madonna — and I hear from the room down the hall, “Who has shitty taste in music? Who? My Jacque. That’s who.”
So, quick reader poll:
You hang out with me in some cases. Is my taste in music legitimately shitty or is “eccentric” or “random like a Jack FM” more appropriate?
What songs are you playing on your CDs you KNOW suck, but love anyway.
‘Cause right now, in the wagon I’m blasting some Biz Markie. ‘Cause baby YOOOOOOOOU … GOT WHAT I NEEEEEEEEEEEED.