January 21st, 2007


two mostly unrelated stories about me and my dj boyfriend

first, a dialog:
spacefem: guess what I did last night? I downloaded this cool thing so I can use mouse clicks to calculate bpm of a song in itunes, then it sets the mp3 attributes! I figured bmp for like 200 songs last night, it was a blast!
m: let me guess... everything is like, 85?
spacefem: maybe

curse me and my love for early 90's grunge.

second, an actual topic:
we're driving to church this morning listening to one of marc's CDs, some crazy hardcore mix turned way up, and suddenly he says to me, "You know, now that I think about it I'm not sure how I feel about drum & bass at 9:30 on a sunday morning."


And then he asks what I think, and I had nothing to say, I hadn't considered it. The first time I ever really met him, we were in a car to vegas, and I was subjected to 22 hours of house music. If you've never woken up in the middle of a desert highway in a car with three people you barely know, aware of nothing but blaring electronic music and that feeling you get when you're going way too fast and were just sleeping with your head on your knees, well, I won't be able to explain it. The first time it happened to me I just figured we'd died, because I always expected my initial impression of the afterlife would be that kind of weird. But strangely enough by the end of the trip I really liked electronic music. it grew on me. so I'm happy I didn't ask them to turn it down or anything, because it would have made my indoctrination less effective.

Put that with this issue I've always had about musical insecurity... a lot of my FAVORITE albums or songs of all time have some weird parts or lyrics in them, and when I have them playing with other people around sometimes they'll look at me and bark the "what is this crap?!" question, and I have to painfully explain that if they'd just listen to the album/song as a whole, they'll see how awesome it is. Maybe listen two or three times. Seriously, it grows on you. People don't believe me, and ask if we can turn on Hitz 95.9. marc is the first boyfriend I've had who's never said that I listen to weird music or told me to turn something off... I totally got him on le tigre when we first started dating; just this morning he was complimenting a Susana Baca song I'd put on (she's peruvian, and totally awesome).

So you put those two weird aspects together and I am incapable of questioning anyone's music, especially marc's. so we end up with drum and bass on the way to church. whatever, you know, it gets us there.