How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Embarrassing Music
Life as a music lover who doesn’t fully appreciate the music part
I’m on my morning perambulations, listening to “all the good girls go to hell” by Billie Eilish on a music streaming service. Suddenly, a young man starts whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I’m too cheap to pay for premium, so I only have so much control over what I hear. That said, I like that my cheapness forces me to listen to new things. Otherwise, because I’m either a toddler or Buffalo Bill, I would listen to the same songs over and over for seasons on end.
The man’s voice is that of an up-and-coming artist named Miles Carter, and when I get home I stretch while listening to his album. He’s talking about love and vulnerability and he sounds like the perfect boyfriend. At 41, I’m too cynical not to think he must get more heinie than the proverbial toilet seat with his claims of sensitivity, and how he’s definitely going to fall in love first. So please be gentle! But the part of me that isn’t bitter as a Bernie Bro appreciates his sentiments.
For the first time in a long time, I wish I still had Facebook so I could post about “discovering” an example of young people’s music to assure everyone that I am Still Relevant. But I gave up Facebook, for a lot of reasons. There was that…
