Last week I took a twenty something client to lunch and he was poking through the cd's in my car.
"Damn, dude!" he exclaimed, "whose car is this?"
I guess I'm trying to say that my taste in music is diverse and not so dated that one would think they were riding in an old man's automobile.
So, when my daughter gave me a copy of Jack Johnson's Brushfire Fairytales and told me that it was just the best cd ever, I couldn't wait to pop it into my car player and listen to it.
Well, I've listened to it three times now and I just don't get it. I mean, the music isn't offensive or anything, but I fail to comprehend the swoon. Is it a chick thing? Am I not supposed to get it? Just wondering.
On another note, Sandy: you may shame me into posting, but you are welcome to sing in my house any time you want...