My current home project is trying to rip all of my CDs to digital format. I don't really remember the last time a bought a CD or album but I love music. Growing up I was only allowed to tape music from the radio then I started dating a guy who had the BMG membership and he would bring me tapes of ACDC and Ozzy Osbourne. My musical taste was being shaped.
At what point in your life do you stop knowing about new music?
I live in the live music capital of the world but when I hear bands or artists mentioned by name I could not tell you what they sing. I think there is a line drawn in the sand and everything behind the line is classified as my music and everything on the other side is the new stuff. I am trying to determine at what point that line is drawn. I remember my parents talking about the stuff the kids are listening to. I never really identified with the grunge movement in the 90's, give me a glam band any day. The 80's is what I identify with and I like the laid back style of the 70's singers and songwriters. If the music I identify with is in the first two decades of my existence, that's a lot of missed music. Out of touch by 20? That seems extreme but somehow true. You would think that your kids could help you with these new musical discoveries but my kids are listening to Metallica and can sing the choruses to Sweet Home Alabama. I can only hope that they will one day turn the corner and think that they must chart a new course and turn to music as a way to get back at their parents. Let's hope it's not country.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
A Comedy of Errors
A funny thing happened on my way to my Birthday Celebration last Friday.
It was a normal Friday at work my friends had bought me a cake but I still had no idea how or if there would be any celebration with my family. At approximately 3pm I get a cryptic text telling me to be home and dressed to leave for dinner at 7pm. Trying to be coy I replied "How Dressed"
I quickly got a "DRESSED" reply. I of course am happy to share this news with the women in my office with the hope of creating some jealousy in good fun. My brain is now focused on what the evening ahead has in store and as a result on my way home I look at the gas gauge and realize I have now been driving on empty for two whole days. I feel a tightening in my stomach but I can see the home stretch and think like a little engine " I think I can, I think I can" I cannot!
I am able to pull my car to the side of the road and begin my trek on foot to the house in my suit.
A fellow baseball mom stops and asks me what I am doing. Although terribly embarrassed, I explained my dilemma. She could have easily mistaken my red glow as being a result of the almost 100 degree temperature outside.
She generously drops at my doorstep. It is at this point I realize I have no house keys or garage door opener since it is in the CAR. (Enter Expletives Here) I dig right down to the bottom of my soul to get in touch with my inner McGyver and approach the back door. Yes, it is locked too, but the dog door has my name all over it. With half of my body inside the house I feel the cool air and think, "Is this how I will spend the last year in my 30s?"
Once inside the house, I quickly run upstairs and into the closet where I am faced with yet more life altering decisions. " What will I wear?" Feeling confident in my selection of an orange sherbet and white polka dot halter dress I am now anxiously awaiting my 7:00 o'clock surprise. It's now 7:15, I turn on the TV because the wait in the quiet house is too much to bare. While watching Clint and Stacy on "What Not to Wear" I become self conscious about my attire choice and reexamine the look in the large mirror in the front room. It is now 7:30- " Why am I all dressed up with no place to go on my Birthday?" 7:40 the phone rings, " Where are you?" Brad asks impatiently. " Where am I supposed to be?" I replied. Brad quickly says, " I'll call you back" and hangs up. I call Brad back 5 minutes later he is eager to get me off the phone and sounds like he's at a bar. I am now thoroughly confused and look out the window think maybe a neighbor was supposed to come get me.
Just then a knock at the door and there is a driver and a black Lincoln Towncar. The driver explains how he got lost and it is his 1st day on the job undoubtedly his last, since our ride was comped. The driver still didn't tell me where we were going but as I helped him navigate downtown my hopes were high for Perry's Steak house. There my husband had the table that overlooked the entire restaurant from the balcony covered with rose petals and my favorite Lobster tempura appetizer waiting for me.
Don't you wish all stories could have a happy ending?
It was a normal Friday at work my friends had bought me a cake but I still had no idea how or if there would be any celebration with my family. At approximately 3pm I get a cryptic text telling me to be home and dressed to leave for dinner at 7pm. Trying to be coy I replied "How Dressed"
I quickly got a "DRESSED" reply. I of course am happy to share this news with the women in my office with the hope of creating some jealousy in good fun. My brain is now focused on what the evening ahead has in store and as a result on my way home I look at the gas gauge and realize I have now been driving on empty for two whole days. I feel a tightening in my stomach but I can see the home stretch and think like a little engine " I think I can, I think I can" I cannot!
I am able to pull my car to the side of the road and begin my trek on foot to the house in my suit.
A fellow baseball mom stops and asks me what I am doing. Although terribly embarrassed, I explained my dilemma. She could have easily mistaken my red glow as being a result of the almost 100 degree temperature outside.
She generously drops at my doorstep. It is at this point I realize I have no house keys or garage door opener since it is in the CAR. (Enter Expletives Here) I dig right down to the bottom of my soul to get in touch with my inner McGyver and approach the back door. Yes, it is locked too, but the dog door has my name all over it. With half of my body inside the house I feel the cool air and think, "Is this how I will spend the last year in my 30s?"
Once inside the house, I quickly run upstairs and into the closet where I am faced with yet more life altering decisions. " What will I wear?" Feeling confident in my selection of an orange sherbet and white polka dot halter dress I am now anxiously awaiting my 7:00 o'clock surprise. It's now 7:15, I turn on the TV because the wait in the quiet house is too much to bare. While watching Clint and Stacy on "What Not to Wear" I become self conscious about my attire choice and reexamine the look in the large mirror in the front room. It is now 7:30- " Why am I all dressed up with no place to go on my Birthday?" 7:40 the phone rings, " Where are you?" Brad asks impatiently. " Where am I supposed to be?" I replied. Brad quickly says, " I'll call you back" and hangs up. I call Brad back 5 minutes later he is eager to get me off the phone and sounds like he's at a bar. I am now thoroughly confused and look out the window think maybe a neighbor was supposed to come get me.
Just then a knock at the door and there is a driver and a black Lincoln Towncar. The driver explains how he got lost and it is his 1st day on the job undoubtedly his last, since our ride was comped. The driver still didn't tell me where we were going but as I helped him navigate downtown my hopes were high for Perry's Steak house. There my husband had the table that overlooked the entire restaurant from the balcony covered with rose petals and my favorite Lobster tempura appetizer waiting for me.
Don't you wish all stories could have a happy ending?
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