musical tasticity...

I am a child of the 80's!
There I said it. I can't take it back and there is no changing it. So let's face the music as it were and move on, shall we? I grew up surrounded by music of all sorts: Creedence, REO, Fleetwood Mac, George Strait, Reba, Poison, Heart, and all manner of flavors in between. My grandparents and my father had their own band and for years summers were spent at cookouts, riversides, and fish- fries; hearing good renditions of bad music and bad renditions of good music. I still listen to most of the same stuff and have added over the years a great deal of good music (to me, not so good to some of the people that know me : read the wife). I recently rediscovered Pat Benatar was to my liking. I hadn't listened to anything from her in years. Though I was quite stoked to have it playing, there came a threat of death and dismemberment should the in her words (or something close), "whining, howling shit touch my ears." Wow. Double wow. Hate Pat Benatar? Is there such a thing? I dislike certain music as much as anyone, but to hate it so much I would hurt someone dear to me is harsh. Right? That's just mean.
--Editor's note: I found out how serious she was, I left it on one day in my car and when she got in, before I could even sit down she had ejected it, rolled down the window and was proceeding to fling it into the great blue yonder. Again, WOW.
The wife has a preference for more dark and angry music on one hand and the other? Silliest shit she can get her hands on. Christmas Kittens and Trout Fishing in America, among others. I like 80's big-hair and she craves cat carols. Match made in heaven. Hee hee!
I will listen to anything she wants me to, almost always. She however has strict guidelines on what of mine she will listen to. Example? Mother's Day Present this year: I took my mom to Kansas City to see Reba McEntire (who looked unbelievable, damn! She's 50!), Brad Paisley (motherfucker can play), and Terri Clark (as honky tonk as they come) and she Would. Not. Go. Absolutely refused to have any part of it! She thought I had gone over the edge because I was so excited. I've been waiting years for the opportunity to see Reba live and the wife avoided it like it was the plague. The concert was everything and more and my mom and I had a really good time together. The wife called after the show and asked about it. I related in various orgasmic phrases the magnitude of just how un-fucking-believable it was... she still thinks I'm weird.

Hate Pat Benatar and all things country music? To each his/her own, but that's just Un-American.
...even if she is cute in the mornings when she crawls in my lap and tries to squish me :)