I’ve gathered a few more new more songs lately. I should say that I didn’t dare share them with my oldest daughter, but I did. The reaction I got was not what I expected. I mean, I guess I really thought she would like at least one of them. Why do I never learn? Isn’t there a saying “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
I downloaded a couple of songs from a band I had heard of recently. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon them. The one I decided to play for Emily was a ballad, a love song of sorts. I thought the soft voice he was singing in was a nice change from the rawness of the other two songs I have of theirs.
Laughing, Emily said, “Oh my god mom, he is so gay! What is your fascination with gay bands lately?”
“What? Why? Why do you think he is gay?”
“I can just tell!”
So I said, “Well, let me play you another one of their songs!”
I was going to show her that there is no way you can know if someone is gay (or the whole band for that matter) by that song. Now all along I know at least the lead singer says he is, but I wasn’t going to let her in on it.
I obviously also have a little competitive streak in me. I didn’t expect to get into a sexual persuasion war, but yet there we were. What was I trying to prove anyway? I’m not sure really. I was, as usual when it comes to my music, offended because she didn’t like what I liked.
I played for her the song, which was opposite of the song she just listened to.
“It’s not my fault I look better in her party dress,” he sang.
THAT WAS THE FIRST LINE!! Damn…why didn’t I remember that?!