I am a new iTunes addict. I inherited my husband's old iPod (a gift from me a few years back) when he upgraded last week. It was a busy week, and I didn't really have time to play, what with work, the kids, making dinner, sleep and all those other sundry items. However, 30 minutes ago Hubby started to give me a primer on iPod usage. As I type, I am composing playlists in my head, trying to think of all the cds I want to add to the library, and trying not to think too hard about all the stuff I could add from the iTunes store. (Like I need another addiction. Isn't fiber enough?)
I think there were two things I didn't like about the iPod. The first was that it sucked time, and time is at a premium at the Casa. When the floor wasn't swept but five new albums had been added to iTunes, I remained unimpressed and a tad peevish. With grubby feet.
The second objection is more difficult to admit to ... I simply didn't like the music he chose. Too bad! It was really none of my business! But my husband tells me that I am one of the biggest music snobs he knows (despite my disdain for the whole scene), and he is so right. We go back and forth over his predilection for the music of whiny male singer-songwriters (my phrase). He will suffer through Joan Baez, but Oh dear God, save me from Wilco. I'm sorry about Elliott Smith, but I still don't want to listen to his music. REM is the apex (along with Morrissey). I'm afraid I simply have to leave the room (with, perhaps, a pithy comment). Anyway, as I said, it should not have mattered that our tastes differed, but it did. And now that I can totally replace the contents of his iPod (no more Death Cab for Cutie!), I now see the error of my ways. He has graciously left me to the computer, to add albums - four and counting! - and to compose my playlists in peace. Of course, I will have to cease and desist with the mocking immediately. I may even try to cultivate an affection for Billy Bragg. I did bring him brownies a la mode while he assisted me, complete with an extra scoop of ice cream.
Myself, I'm a little full, what with the humble pie I've been enjoying.
May 4, 2008
And I Mocked Him So Bad
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My oldest son and I are the Resident Music Snobs in our household....and it's really funny but yesterday when I was writing my lame Sunday Confessions, I almost wrote "I really want to like Elliot Smith.I feel like I should like him...but I just don't."
My husband is a huge Smashing Pumpkins fan. I would be too,if someone besides Billy Corgan was singing.His nasally whine grates on my nerves.
But then again,I have little room to make fun of his tastes since I'm a huge Coheed and Cambria fan and I am fully aware that Claudio's voice takes some getting used to and can be pretty annoying.To some.Not me.
I occasionally get in a Smiths or Morrisey mood,though but I think it's more about reminiscing.
I've got an ipod full my my husband's stuff, too. There's only a teeny-tiny overlap in our musical taste, because I don't like what I call "whiny chicks."
Maybe women with children are just over the whole whiny thing, even if it's supposed to be art?
And I love Iris Dement's voice, which I know can be like cats mating to some folks. Go figure. I'm with you, Rebecca on Billy Corgan. I feel the same way about Perry Farrell .Loved Jane's Addiction, but not Perry.
Casey, my iPod (so far) would probably send you running for the hills! I can stand whiny women but not so much for the men. In high school my mother pleaded with me for a break from the "wailing women" (i.e. Indigo Girls, The Sundays, Tracy Chapman, etc.).
Even before children I was over the whiny thing, but it is true that my tolerance is much lower now. (Not one of the above wailers has made it to a playlist yet, although The Sundays will soon).
Whining we have a-plenty; pretty much "on-tap", if you will.
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