I thought Adele’s voice would get on my nerves (I felt the same way about Norah Jones). My sister urged me last night to give her a try. I love that song He Won’t Go off her album 21. I am warming up to her. I also told my sister to check out an Icelandic band called Sigur Ros.
“Search for them in YouTube,” I said.
My sister and I have almost identical tastes in music. I got her tuned into Kenny Rankin and now she owns every album he has ever produced.
Grumpy Old Meanie…
I got caught by George heading to my car this morning.
“You must have a stereo by your porch door,” he gruffly said to me with inquisition.
“I have a computer right by that door,” I replied.
“I just hear your music from time to time,” George said.
“Why? Is it obnoxious?” I asked, wondering where this was going.
“Sometimes the bass can be kind of loud when I am out smoking a cigarette,” George told me.
My natural reaction was to get a little defensive and on guard.
“I’ll try to keep the bass down,” I replied.
I will endeavor to keep the volume down. I will admit that I can get kind of loud at times.
I then headed to Old Fuss and Feather’s house to pick up some cough syrup and cough drops. Dad is worried about my hacking cough I’ve developed the past few days. I tried to explain to him it was my smoking. I will have been smoking 30 years this year. I started when I was 16 years old.
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