I’m writing this at my kitchen island, facing the new french doors that lead into the room we’re remodeling. They’re not painted, and are taped shut for insulation reasons, but with the sun shining like it is, I can see the drywall guys moving around on the other side, shadows, and hear them talking. They just got here a little bit ago, and one of the first things they did—and I can seriously relate—was turn on the radio. It’s cold, it’s early: you need music. No question.
Yesterday, when I came home, they were here, and I was somewhat surprised to find them listening to a station that was playing Celine Dion and modern Rod Stewart, the same station that I only hear when I’m at my dentist’s office. “Your number one at-work station!” is their slogan, which I guess means nothing too loud or rocking (or is that rockin’?) to offend customers or anyone else. Not that they had to worry about that here, of course, which was why it was kind of odd. But then my husband told me later that they made a point of letting him know that they WERE listening to the classic rock station, but that it was playing too much Christmas music, so they switched over. “We didn’t want you to think we actually like that kind of music,” they explained.
Now, they’re back to classic rock. Tom Petty, “I Won’t Back Down.” Ah, that’s nice.
Isn’t it a funny thing about music? We take it personally, what we listen to. I remember I used to be so sensitive about my CD collection, because at every party my friends would start going through them and mock me. “Is this the SPICE GIRLS?” they’d hoot, and I’d flush and nod. “Who is MARTINA MCBRIDE?” they’d holler across our crowded living room, and everyone would look at me, waiting for a response. Nowadays, I’m more secure in my music choices. I guess it comes with getting older. I like what I like, and if you don’t like it, well, okay. There is no right or wrong in music, only opinions, which is great in this life, when so much else is disputed, and argued over, too many facts and figures. With music, you can just like what you like, and no one can say you’re wrong. That’s a great thing.
(It’s also a major theme of my new book. Maybe that’s why it’s on my mind today? Hmmmm.)
I have so much to do today, but part of me is just so happy to sit here, on my side of the doors, and just hang out. Watching the room get walls, become something else, bit by bit. It’s nice. And the music isn’t bad either. I really have to go. But maybe I’ll wait for one more song…
…and it’s the Talking Heads! Nice.