Conversations from the paint job:
Adam: We're going to listen to the Big Mix on my iPod. Over forty-eight hours of totally awesome selections designed to rock, rock and rock some more. It is awesome.
Sarah: It's whiny boy pop and monster ballads supplemented with the entire Pearl Jam catalog, isn't it?
Adam: Ooooooh! Did I tell you I got the two new singles from iTunes? Worldwide Suicide and Unemployable. Love the new Pearl Jam.
Sarah: ...
Adam: ...
Sarah: ...
(There is a lot of eyebrow raising here)
Adam: Hey! Whiny boy pop?! I don't listen to "whiny boy pop." I'm insulted you'd even say that. Look, I'll just put it on random, okay?
(Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus starts)
Adam: Next.
(Love Bites by Def Leoppard starts)
Adam: Next.
(Flavor of the Week by American HiFi plays)
Adam: Next!
(Evenflow by Pearl Jam starts)
Sarrah: Q.E.D.
Adam: Okay, but for the record, I put some U2 on here for you, so there.
Later
Adam: So what's the difference between Whiny Boy Pop and emo?
Sarah: The Whiny Boys are far to poppy to be emo. The emo boys would just scowl and play some speed metal covers of the Cure. Oh, and then whine about how Daddy didn't love them.
Adam: Living in the suburbs is messing with your head again, isn't it?
Sarah: Have you seen the kids that live around here?
Even later
Sarah: Okay, I'm just about Big Mix'd out. How 'bout I throw a movie into the DVD player?
Adam: Give it until the next song.
Sarah: "It all hinges on the next song."
(Denise by Fountains of Wayne plays)
Sarah: Damnit.
Adam: HAH! The Big Mix comes through again!
It went on like that for twelve hours. It was truly amazing how big Adam's big mix is. I bow to his mixing abilities. It's like living with Nick Hornby, without the soccer fetish.
(World Cup! -- Adam)
At one point, we had a long, involved conversation about the intelligence of iPods. We decided that Apple is embedding each iPod with sentient programming, allowing it to listen in on conversation, hear idle song requests ("You know what would be cool? That counting blue cars song."), connect wirelessly to the internet and stealth download said song, so it can totally fuck with its owners' head.
Must have been late afternoon.
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out...
Neither one of us has a copy of that song. Neither one of us can remember the band's name. But within three minutes of mentioning it, Adam's iPod dished it up as part of the Big Mix. It followed that up with "Shiny Happy People" after a brief back-n-forth, and, after a discussion of how "I Remember You" was the ultimate seventh grade dance song, there it was.
I don't know whether to smash the iPod with a hammer or worship it as a minor musical deity.
More tomorrow, including pictures.
Adam: We're going to listen to the Big Mix on my iPod. Over forty-eight hours of totally awesome selections designed to rock, rock and rock some more. It is awesome.
Sarah: It's whiny boy pop and monster ballads supplemented with the entire Pearl Jam catalog, isn't it?
Adam: Ooooooh! Did I tell you I got the two new singles from iTunes? Worldwide Suicide and Unemployable. Love the new Pearl Jam.
Sarah: ...
Adam: ...
Sarah: ...
(There is a lot of eyebrow raising here)
Adam: Hey! Whiny boy pop?! I don't listen to "whiny boy pop." I'm insulted you'd even say that. Look, I'll just put it on random, okay?
(Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus starts)
Adam: Next.
(Love Bites by Def Leoppard starts)
Adam: Next.
(Flavor of the Week by American HiFi plays)
Adam: Next!
(Evenflow by Pearl Jam starts)
Sarrah: Q.E.D.
Adam: Okay, but for the record, I put some U2 on here for you, so there.
Later
Adam: So what's the difference between Whiny Boy Pop and emo?
Sarah: The Whiny Boys are far to poppy to be emo. The emo boys would just scowl and play some speed metal covers of the Cure. Oh, and then whine about how Daddy didn't love them.
Adam: Living in the suburbs is messing with your head again, isn't it?
Sarah: Have you seen the kids that live around here?
Even later
Sarah: Okay, I'm just about Big Mix'd out. How 'bout I throw a movie into the DVD player?
Adam: Give it until the next song.
Sarah: "It all hinges on the next song."
(Denise by Fountains of Wayne plays)
Sarah: Damnit.
Adam: HAH! The Big Mix comes through again!
It went on like that for twelve hours. It was truly amazing how big Adam's big mix is. I bow to his mixing abilities. It's like living with Nick Hornby, without the soccer fetish.
(World Cup! -- Adam)
At one point, we had a long, involved conversation about the intelligence of iPods. We decided that Apple is embedding each iPod with sentient programming, allowing it to listen in on conversation, hear idle song requests ("You know what would be cool? That counting blue cars song."), connect wirelessly to the internet and stealth download said song, so it can totally fuck with its owners' head.
Must have been late afternoon.
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out...
Neither one of us has a copy of that song. Neither one of us can remember the band's name. But within three minutes of mentioning it, Adam's iPod dished it up as part of the Big Mix. It followed that up with "Shiny Happy People" after a brief back-n-forth, and, after a discussion of how "I Remember You" was the ultimate seventh grade dance song, there it was.
I don't know whether to smash the iPod with a hammer or worship it as a minor musical deity.
More tomorrow, including pictures.
5 Comments:
That'd be Dishwalla, btw.
Adam's music taste is awesome.
See, I knew if I posted, my music geek friends would come in and be all, "Philistine."
He's going to hold that over my head for a week now.
Hee. You two are so cute.
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