Wednesday, April 22, 2009

In Which There Is No Easy Way Out

In part to enjoy the warm weather, and in part to avoid cleaning up our house, The Boss and I went to see her parents this past weekend. It is a good two-hour drive to get there, so I settled behind the wheel of my truck, window down, and started day-dreaming about the cold drinks and barbecued food I'd be consuming in a few hours. 

The warm air and the open road put us both in a funky mood, and we were goofing off quite a bit for a majority of the ride down. It was nice to finally be able to enjoy the day and be outside, after a long winter of hiding out indoors and praying for spring.

About an hour into our trip, The Boss asked me if I could put on some music.

"What do you want to listen to?" I asked. 

"Oh, I don't know," she said with a sigh. "You can pick whatever you want, I don't care."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I've got my iPod, so there's plenty of choices."

After thinking about it for a minute, she said, "Really, I don't care what we listen to. Choose anything you want."

"Anything?" I asked again. Knowing that Weird Al often tops my list of driving music, I figured she'd give me a few stipulations.

"Well, I guess it depends on how much you want to hear me sing."

I froze. 

My heart skipped a beat, but I recovered and feigned an expression of thought. I thought furiously about how best to respond, but it became increasingly clear that there was no easy way out of the situation. I gritted my teeth and mentally outlined my options:
  1. I could pick a genre of music she doesn't like, thus sending her the message that I don't want her to sing at all. The potential for hurt feelings is high with this choice, which could lead to accusations of asshole-ish behavior, and/or sleeping on the couch.
  2. I could pick some music that she loves, which could either make her think that I chose that to placate her, or that I want to hear her sing for the next hour. Ask yourself: Are you in the mood for a Journey sing-along? 
My prospects didn't look good. I realized with quick-setting dread that I was trapped.

After giving it as much thought as I could, I finally said, "Um..."

She looked at me expectantly. 

I fumbled with the stereo controls for a moment, and then it dawned on me. 

How perfect! How could I have forgotten? 

I scrolled down the playlist a little further, made my selection and hit Play. As the music started playing, The Boss started singing along, content and seemingly pleased with my choice. I leaned back and sighed with relief. I even started to sing along with her.

You must be curious as to what I selected. What could have been the base to the acid of the situation? With our differing tastes in music, what could possibly be something that we both enjoy, that we both enjoy singing along to?

The answer?

Tenacious D, my friend. 


Kat said...

Doesn't everyone love Tenacious D?

Single Parent Dad said...

'This video is not available in your country'. I wish YouTube would kiss & make up with the performing arts society.

That's Jack Black, is it not?

Laura said...

That is awesome! My husband and I pop this one in to sing along to while we are on road trips. You gotta love the D!

Moonspun said...

Ah the psychology of a sing along!

Heather and Jase said...

Love it! You're so smooth!

Lola said...


Employee No. 3699 said...

Jack Black rocks!

Children of the Nineties said...

Great choice. Love it.

Heather said...

My husband plays them every single time I'm in his truck. That and Lemon Demon.

Heather and Jase said...

Mr. Badass,

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?

Badass Geek said...

Kat: I sure hope so.

SPD: Yes, it is.

Laura: The D is perfect for road trips.

Moonspun: Who knew there was so much behind it?

Heather and Jase: Oh yes. I am synonymous with smooth.

Lola: Very nice.

Employee No 3699: He is sort of my hero.

Children of the Nineties: I thought so, and so did she.

Heather: Their second album isn't as good as the first, but it's still rockin'.

Heather and Jase: As many as it takes.... and why do I feel that is a trick question?

splodge said...

Jack Black mock rocks!

Aunt Becky said...

"Fuck Her Gently" is the best song on the planet.

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