I love music all of the time. I like to wake up to music, work to music, drive to music, and so on, but my S.O. likes quiet.
I tried introducing a little smooth jazz into the bedroom and it just didn’t work.
I find the easy undulations of “Fourplay” or similar artists an enhancement to the mood. She finds any music, but particularly the words distracting, even when it’s only an instrumental version that she happens to know the words to. She says it’s like having someone else in the room.
I should have seen this coming. We are doomed never to dance together (at least not gracefully) because we apparently hear different songs in our heads.
Thinking back, as young men, we were led to believe the Ravel’s “Bolero” was the ultimate love making soundtrack by the (men’s) fantasy motion picture,”10″. Is there such an otological magic wand? The adolescent in all of us men will continue the quest . . .
1 Drew // Nov 14, 2007 at 7:14 pm
I love music all of the time. I like to wake up to music, work to music, drive to music, and so on, but my S.O. likes quiet.
I tried introducing a little smooth jazz into the bedroom and it just didn’t work.
I find the easy undulations of “Fourplay” or similar artists an enhancement to the mood. She finds any music, but particularly the words distracting, even when it’s only an instrumental version that she happens to know the words to. She says it’s like having someone else in the room.
I should have seen this coming. We are doomed never to dance together (at least not gracefully) because we apparently hear different songs in our heads.
Thinking back, as young men, we were led to believe the Ravel’s “Bolero” was the ultimate love making soundtrack by the (men’s) fantasy motion picture,”10″. Is there such an otological magic wand? The adolescent in all of us men will continue the quest . . .