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Hah. I always argue with my ladyfriend about music. Which is probably why we only listen to CDs together when we're in the car. She's into bad British 80s music and better British 90s music, with detours into the realms of 70s Elton John (good god no!) and the increasingly Celine Dion-like Peter Gabriel. This love of Peter Gabriel has unfortunately tainted her sanity, as she's now professed a liking for the last two Dave Matthews Band singles, which do sound like Mr. Gabriel at his most adult contemporary. We saw Dave Matthews play two songs at the Philip Glass Tibet House Concert last year, and I have to admit he wasn't all that bad. He did a duet with Emmylou Harris (whose Red Dirt Girl makes me cry for some reason) which also was good.
I'm getting off track here, so let me say that my CD collection mostly consists of early 90s indie rock and attendent "adventurous" musical affectations. So I can't understand why she think Superchunk sounds like Green Day and why she thinks Pavement are appealing only to boys (though she does like the new Stephen Malkmus album)
Where are tastes converge is Brit Pop of the Pulp, Blur, Suede, New Order, Echo and the Bunnymen variety (I realize I'm misusing the term Brit Pop), so consequently we listen to that almost exclusively when we're together, unless I'm feeling mean and want to inflict Dinosaur Jr. or something on her. Oh, and we both like the Strokes
So, we make peace by attending concerts with each other: She has to go to see Pavement with my and I had to go to see the Pet Shop Boys (which I actually enjoyed. it was a spectacular spectacular). But I'll never go see Simple Minds with her. That's way too much to ask. |
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