Big Dude has given me the rare permission to write about him in this post, because he thinks my extreme distate to his musical selections is hilarious. I, on the other hand, think not. In fact, our opposing views on music have become so polarizing that I’m not sure I can ride in the same car as him anymore. It’s that bad.
Bottom line is he likes rap music and I most definitely do not. This music is NOT Rapper’s Delight by The Sugarhill Gang. Remember that song? Now THAT was a fun song with lyrics like this:
...see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let’s rock, you dont stop…
We all had fun trying to memorize the words to this very long and upbeat song.
Except the songs my son listen to go something like this:
Click. Click. Click. (said in a monotone voice).
“Airy-day, Airy-day, Airy-day”
“What’s an air-day?” I ask my son after hearing this song.
“He’s saying “Everyday” mom!
“Of course he is,” I reply.
Suddenly, I hear a siren and start to pull the car off to the side of the road.
“What are you doing?” Big Dude asks.
“I heard an ambulance, so I’m pulling over.”
[Hysterical laughter]…That’s not an ambulance! The siren is part of the song! Big Dude says between guffaws.
“Of course it is,” I reply.
I’ll listen to just about anything and I don’t even mind the volume turned up really loud, but the songs he wants to hear are actually painful to my ears or make me think an emergency vehicle is behind me. What’s worse, I literally start to lose the ability to think. This is one of our typical conversations in the car, when he puts on a song that has about 3 words in it, which are repeated over and over to the same mind-numbing tempo.
Me: I don’t even know where I am or what I’m doing anymore. Am I still driving the car?
Dude: What are you talking about? This is a great song!
Me: I think I might drive the car into a tree. I can’t focus. I’m losing my mind.
Dude: [Maniacal laughter.]
Me: Seriously, if we don’t change the station, I might start to lose brain cells.
Dude: C’mon, this song rocks! [He turns up the volume].
Me: I liked it better when you had to sit in the back seat.
I never thought I’d say this, but I think I miss listening to an endless loop of The Wiggles.