Our Song
It was a mistake
to look at his music collection
I just prayed
that none of it would be used
as background music
tastes I don’t share
don’t care to share
his love of musicians
of song writers
I can not take seriously
safe banal tepid stuff
so middle-of-the-road
I’d want to hit the next telephone pole
rather than listen to this music
it came as a bit of a surprise
as we were compatible
in so many other ways
he asked me what I thought
was there something I’d like to hear
this is his favourite
am I familiar with it
and I said yes but let’s not bother
we don’t need distractions
which he agreed was a wise choice
I didn’t offer any opinion
didn’t denigrate his taste
or rather the lack thereof
I wasn’t there for music appreciation
I didn’t intend to let anything
disturb
distract
from the momentum of the opportunity
Anyone who follows my blog knows my love of music. Check out my Monday posts where I’ve been discussing my music collection – pop, classical, jazz & beyond. I like so much music one might conclude I have no discernment. As this piece reveals I do have preferences that can affect my emotional response to people, places & opportunity.
This piece is based on actual experiences. More than once I have glanced as someone’s wall of cds & lost my interest in them – you know industrial grind is good for 3 minutes, thank you. Ditto death metal. Though I was as surprised to meet gay men into those genres, I wasn’t about to invite that as mood music for making out. When I tell someone I like jazz and they offer me Kenny G I know it’s time to move on.
I have not pursued some non-sexual friendships based on music taste as well. I believe that music reflects something about the person & what some music reflects to me a red flag. If I’m not into it I’m not going to subject myself to it just to get along.
But I’m not a music taste educator either, if you want education read about what I enjoy my Monday blogs. My primary purpose in most situations in to be present & if it is sexual, to participate & if the music is too loud, or distracting I’ll opt for silence. I have walked in & out of restaurants if the music isn’t what I want to listen to while I’m eating. If the music isn’t something I want to listen to while being eaten I’ll ask for it to be changed without saying turn off that fucking awful music.
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“When I tell someone I like jazz and they offer me Kenny G I know it’s time to move on.”
o:)