I’m very particular about music.
I like what I like and I’m not one to budge from my opinions. Granted, that means I might argue the artistic merits of Eddie Money and in the next sentence mention that I think the Beatles are overrated, but these are my opinions, and I’m not shy about sharing them.
Eddie Money > The Beatles.
This is why I can’t be one of those people who dates musicians, because the likelihood of the band being complete garbage is about 98.7%, and the likelihood of me telling the girl I’m dating that is about 175%.
Think about the music that is played on the radio right now. Pretty much all of it sucks, and this is the music that is supposed to be good. Or at least deemed good by old white guys who somehow think it’s okay for them to wear turtle necks and say things like “fucking right bro.”
There’s no getting around listening to the band of a person you’re dating either, so at some point, I’d have to go to practice/watch them sit around and play video games and drink.
And after that, even if I somehow make it out of the practice by issuing vague opinions like, “I thought it sounded like music,” I’d inevitably have to go to a show.
This would obviously be the tipping point.
Because before, maybe the sex was fantastic enough to drown out the pain I experienced listening to the band practice, or maybe she just made really good tacos and that was enough to forget about all the songs dedicated to her cats.
But now – now I’d actually have to go out in public and act like I enjoy the music. I imagine after I have two beers and the band starts on the first song, I’d leave.
And when she asked me later on that night what happened to me, I’d just smile and say, “Your band’s music is so bad it makes my ears bleed. So despite what you think you’re not going to ever, ever ‘make it,’ so please just stop and get a job at Sears because at least there you could get a discount on cool looking washing machines. But you do make a mean fish taco.”
I think we’d probably break up, but you never know.