Husband's all-time, always-will-be favorite is Willie Nelson. I'm not a Willie fan, although, "Whiskey River" played a huge part of our fun in the 70's. That song still, when I hear it, brings back some MEMORIES, believe me!
I don't have just one favorite, but Jackson Browne is really, really close to the top. Many years ago, husband bought me the newest, just released Jackson Browne cd, and had put front row tickets to the upcoming JB concert at the Music Hall inside the case. He had somehow managed to make it look like the cd had never been opened. It was a huge, huge surprise. Gotta love a man like that. He got a lot of stars on his chart that night!!
That being said, I still don't really like Willie Nelson (music that is - I think he's a great human being). Sorry Willie.
Husband tolerates my taste in music and he tolerates me blasting JB, Springsteen, The Killers, Counting Crows, Pearl Jam, etc around the house at times without ever telling me to turn it down honey.
I, on the other hand, after a song and a half of Willie tell him to please close the door honey or turn it down honey or put on your headphones honey or what the hell honey.
Sooooo.... the point of this writing is that husband's ipod headphones recently got chewed up. Ok, LUCI recently chewed up husband's ipod headphones - the good ones - not the dollar store set - the good ones.
This is Luci when we realized what she had done. I think she's sort of giving us the finger in this picture. Luci likes to do what Luci likes to do and then chatters about it. Sweet Pancho just always gives Luci the yo dude look.
Sooooooooo, again, I've been sweetly suggesting (nagging) husband to order some other "good" headphones so he can get his groove back. I'M really missing his headphones. He finally ordered them, grumbling about Sony and Apple in the process.
This morning the doorbell rings and the UPS man is there. Don't you just love the UPS man?! They never bring you anything bad - just good stuff - stuff that you wanted. And usually they just ring your doorbell and run away so you can just watch them wave as they drive off. They KNOW that they just made your day. What a great job.
Anyway, the package was husband's new headphones! Hallelujah! I heard a choir singing way off somewhere. Husband opened them and didn't say a word. But I didn't hear from him for a couple of hours. He was a happy man.
THEN, the doorbell rings again. I'm in the back of the house. I assume he hears it and will answer the door. The doorbell rings again (answer the door honey). Husband is on the computer, ipod singing with the NEW headphones in his ears (For the record - I don't consider this multi-tasking). I didn't get to the door in time so hopefully it wasn't the guy with the money.
I said honey did you hear the doorbell. He said WHAT DOORBELL. I said the same doorbell that rang a couple of hours ago that made you a satisfied, happy man!!! He said oh no honey I didn't hear it.
It wasn't anything important at the door. The point is that husband was finally in his happy place.
We've never been to couples therapy / marriage therapy, etc. But I think that a good set of ipod headphones might solve lots of problems.
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the power of music!
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