I've become more than a little bothered by my husband's unnatural love for all things synthesizer. I thought it was bad enough when I first heard him sing and found out that he's tone deaf (really and truly....I attempted to help him with this one night while he was singing along to the Big Bang theme song (well, sort of singing). I noticed that he continually sang off-key, but that he always sang in the same wrong key, leading me to believe that he could be helped. So, he perched next to my piano- eyes bright, ready to learn- as I played two C notes. "Do you hear how these are the same?" I asked. "Yep," he responded. I then played a C and a D together to provide the same distorted sound that he creates when he sings along to a song. "Now, can you hear that these are NOT the same?" I asked. "Nope." -- Hopeless)!
My long-lost dream of having a Von Trapp-esque family to tour Germany with has finally been laid to rest, but what I CANNOT deal with is listening to synthesizer-based 70's-90's music until death do we part. It's simply not fair and I refuse to do it. Apparently my husband's taste buds, fashion sense, and musical preferences are all very one-note.... afterall, why would we want to eat adventurous foods, wear color, or listen to music that requires a modicum of talent? I get that those good ole songs bring back memories (how fond could memories from the 70s really be, though, honestly?), but I cannot be expected to suffer through another evening of radio wars like we had tonight! The man-child that I call my husband is incapable of leaving a radio station in one place for an entire song.... he listens to about 45 seconds of his "favorite song!" and then switches through the channels until he finds his other "favorite song!", passing each and every station that is playing a song from this decade, landing on a remote radio wave from days gone by that would make the average person cringe, stating, "Yeeaaahhh, that's the stuff...." (And then he tone-deafly sings along-- loudly. Because of course he can remember the words to every single synthesizer song, but he can't be bothered to remember to get his wife a Valentine's Day card.)
My long-lost dream of having a Von Trapp-esque family to tour Germany with has finally been laid to rest, but what I CANNOT deal with is listening to synthesizer-based 70's-90's music until death do we part. It's simply not fair and I refuse to do it. Apparently my husband's taste buds, fashion sense, and musical preferences are all very one-note.... afterall, why would we want to eat adventurous foods, wear color, or listen to music that requires a modicum of talent? I get that those good ole songs bring back memories (how fond could memories from the 70s really be, though, honestly?), but I cannot be expected to suffer through another evening of radio wars like we had tonight! The man-child that I call my husband is incapable of leaving a radio station in one place for an entire song.... he listens to about 45 seconds of his "favorite song!" and then switches through the channels until he finds his other "favorite song!", passing each and every station that is playing a song from this decade, landing on a remote radio wave from days gone by that would make the average person cringe, stating, "Yeeaaahhh, that's the stuff...." (And then he tone-deafly sings along-- loudly. Because of course he can remember the words to every single synthesizer song, but he can't be bothered to remember to get his wife a Valentine's Day card.)
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