That’s what Aislyn asked me after I made her listen to about 30 minutes of my Liked songs on Spotify.
So I don’t think I’ll probably ever be getting Aislyn to like my music.
Was it naive of me to think I could?
I even put on Bjork for her. “Isn’t this so pretty?” I said.
“Yeah, but…can you find something we both like?”
“Probably not, honey,” I sighed.
I tried Love Interruption by Jack White, which I think I sang to myself the entire month of October.
Later, mellower Stone Temple Pilots.
311 in their Transistor days
“You are not allowed to dislike Foo Fighters.” I said.
All of it clean, by the way.
Nope. She is adamantly opposed to my music.
She was a good sport, though. She did let me keep my tunes on while I cleaned the kitchen and then through two rounds of Guess Who—she chose Eric. I chose Man Bun (Daniel).
Starting today, February 4, you’ll be pleased to know that my posts will be clean and kid-friendly, because Desmond likes them and wants to read them.
So if my kids don’t like my music, it’s totally okay.
Desmond likes my writing.
I couldn’t be happier. ❤️