My iPod has decided to rebel against me and it only allows me to listen to music from my '80s-folder. This would be semi-ok if I had any respectable eighties-music in my '80s- folder, such as classic Prince or Bowie, maybe tracks from "Purple Rain" or "Let's Dance" or something, but I do not. Instead, it's jam-packed with Cindy Lauper, Madonna and Bananarama - music you'd think only gay men would listen too.
Not only that, but the volume is stuck too, really high. So I'm doomed to walk down the streets in my neighborhood with "Venus" blasting against my eardrums. Other people can probably hear it too, when I pass them, that's how high the volume is. If I get beat up by some tough neighborhood punks over this, I'd deserve it.
I have always been worried about accidentally leaving my iPod somewhere in a public space, like a cafe or a bar, and somehow a good samaritan would track me down and call me up and say "Hey, I think I found your iPod at such-and-such bar, and I'd like to return it to you so call me back at yada yada yada". I would not be able to claim my iPod. For sure, whoever found it must have checked out what music I listen to, and I'd rather buy a totally new iPod than admit to listening to that stuff. And I'm not just talking about the '80s folder.
I do have good taste in music, I do, I really do, but somehow that just never translated electronically.
Tjohejsan!
ReplyDeleteTrevlig blog du har! Hannes fortsätter att prata om "Ina Sean soffa" Han menar att ni var här o satt i soffan :-)
Självklart är det trevligt när en man säger en trevlig kommentar till en...man tycker det innerst inne...men det håller man för sig själv o säger givetvis inget till sin man.
Sköt om dig vännen!
//Kram Anna