Music

You know, when you said you had terrible taste in music…

I didn't get the chance to, but I wanted to tell you…

I don't think there is such a thing as bad taste in music. Unless you just don't listen to music at all, I suppose.

And besides, even if it somehow were true…

I want to know everything about you. And I am desperate to know what you listen to. What you put on when you're driving home from work. What you have on in the background in the evening while you're finishing up what you couldn't get done at the office. What you blast when you're alone. What you put on when the kids are around. What makes you move. What you can't help but to sing along to (and, oh, how I've loved those few times I've gotten to hear you sing along… I don't care what your kids say about it, I want to hear it, I always want to hear it…).

So what if it's all from the late 90s and before… That's a pretty sizeable chunk of what I listen to, too.

And besides, our tastes don't have to perfectly align, my love. I'm still going to want to know. I'm still going to be fascinated by you. I'm still going to want to take you to concerts and fall in love with you all over again as I watch you boppin' your head (and with any luck, shakin' that ridiculous booty…). Doesn't even matter who the act is, as long as I get to be with you.

And, besides. I know you love Bowie. Does anybody else in your taste profile even really matter?

I mean, really?

Yours,
♒️