"It's not my fault you like crap music."
The wife and I have friends that live in our apartment complex that comes over once a week (or we go to their place). We play games, drink wine and chat. Married couple stuff.
Well the husband finds out I like music. So, he's asking me what kind of stuff I like and he offers to give me some stuff to listen to. Fantastic, I tell him I'll do the same (we listen to my collection when they're at our place) and completely forget about it because I'm thinking it's just one of those things you say and never do.
Lo and behold a week later he's coming to game night with 3 CDs full of mp3s. After apologizing for not having my own CDs to offer him, I start moving the stuff into my iTunes library to mix in with my music for the festivities.
And holy crap does this music suck. I'm not going to say what it is specifically because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings, but it's like some stupid 18-year-olds decided to write "clever" lyrics and play crappy emo punk music. And I've now got ~1.8GB of it. Entire discographies of bands I don't even want 1 song from.
So the night goes fine. The new stuff mixes in with my stuff and I only have to flinch a couple of times, always able to play it off as a bad draw in Bohnanza or a tough letter combination in Quiddler.
The night ends. Fun is had by all (they are wonderful people). So now I have a dilemma. I do not want to hear this music ever again in my life. I don't need the whiny voices and terrible lyrics and shoddy music. So what does a man do?
I decide to just remove it from my iTunes library but leave it on my hard drive. Easy enough, sort by date added and bingo, all gone.
Life goes on as normal until the husband's hard drive dies. He knows I keep all of my stuff backed up on an external hard drive so he asks to borrow it (as I have offered in the past) for a while.
Well, it turns out that when I removed the songs from my library I clicked "move to recycle bin" because when he copied everything over to his new hard drive he got nothing but empty folders for all the bands he gave me.
He brings the hard drive back to me and says, clueless and off-hand, "Weirdest thing. A lot of those bands in your mp3 folder had empty folders. You might want to check your internal hard drive."
I say, "Oh." and apparently something within that one syllable made it all click in his mind. I could see the wheels turning as he put it all in place:
"... iTunes leaves the folder structure in tact when you delete from within iTunes... all those bands happen to be the ones I gave him..."
So here I am standing with the external HD in my hands frozen, not knowing how the hell I'm going to possible explain this away.
He knows. I know. He knows I know. Gracefully he thanks me for the hard drive and tries to make small talk about something else, which I latch on to like a pit bull, quickly putting the external hard drive away. We chat for another couple of minutes and he leaves.
I felt so guilty for erasing crappy music from my computer. But really, it's not my fault he likes crap music!
Well the husband finds out I like music. So, he's asking me what kind of stuff I like and he offers to give me some stuff to listen to. Fantastic, I tell him I'll do the same (we listen to my collection when they're at our place) and completely forget about it because I'm thinking it's just one of those things you say and never do.
Lo and behold a week later he's coming to game night with 3 CDs full of mp3s. After apologizing for not having my own CDs to offer him, I start moving the stuff into my iTunes library to mix in with my music for the festivities.
And holy crap does this music suck. I'm not going to say what it is specifically because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings, but it's like some stupid 18-year-olds decided to write "clever" lyrics and play crappy emo punk music. And I've now got ~1.8GB of it. Entire discographies of bands I don't even want 1 song from.
So the night goes fine. The new stuff mixes in with my stuff and I only have to flinch a couple of times, always able to play it off as a bad draw in Bohnanza or a tough letter combination in Quiddler.
The night ends. Fun is had by all (they are wonderful people). So now I have a dilemma. I do not want to hear this music ever again in my life. I don't need the whiny voices and terrible lyrics and shoddy music. So what does a man do?
I decide to just remove it from my iTunes library but leave it on my hard drive. Easy enough, sort by date added and bingo, all gone.
Life goes on as normal until the husband's hard drive dies. He knows I keep all of my stuff backed up on an external hard drive so he asks to borrow it (as I have offered in the past) for a while.
Well, it turns out that when I removed the songs from my library I clicked "move to recycle bin" because when he copied everything over to his new hard drive he got nothing but empty folders for all the bands he gave me.
He brings the hard drive back to me and says, clueless and off-hand, "Weirdest thing. A lot of those bands in your mp3 folder had empty folders. You might want to check your internal hard drive."
I say, "Oh." and apparently something within that one syllable made it all click in his mind. I could see the wheels turning as he put it all in place:
"... iTunes leaves the folder structure in tact when you delete from within iTunes... all those bands happen to be the ones I gave him..."
So here I am standing with the external HD in my hands frozen, not knowing how the hell I'm going to possible explain this away.
He knows. I know. He knows I know. Gracefully he thanks me for the hard drive and tries to make small talk about something else, which I latch on to like a pit bull, quickly putting the external hard drive away. We chat for another couple of minutes and he leaves.
I felt so guilty for erasing crappy music from my computer. But really, it's not my fault he likes crap music!
Comments
Best quote by an emo band: "We all have our own styles ... They are very different, but work together to make some sort of super emo band. We can actually project our tears like bullets."
Now that's some fierce emo. heh.
I can understand it being one of those things where it becomes harder to say the longer the silence continues, because a longer pause brings it more significance. But if you just say it, there's nothing in it. It's not like having a differing taste in music is a personal insult, is it?
Originally posted by Outsider
What's emo?
Wikipedia
Originally posted by audiopollution
Wikipedia
Back in the old days we called this crap rock.
Originally posted by Outsider
Back in the old days we called this crap rock.
Still do.
They just added crying.
Riddle me this: have you hung out with that couple since then?
Anyway, point being, you may have the better taste than your friend now (although that will change over time) but the best thing is to be honest, an explain why, but in the end, be gracious.
In the end, the only thing that lasts are the hard feelings.
And remember, honesty is responsible for 85% of all divorces. And 90% of statistics are made up on the spot.
After he copied all he wanted off my hard drive he made kind of a point to say he didn't take a whole lot, so I think we're even.
What did you do with the CDs he originally gave you?
They sit in the cabinet above my monitor. Beating loudly like the tell-tale heart.
Originally posted by groverat
We play games........Married couple stuff.
Kinkier than I ever suspected, grover.
Originally posted by duzledwarf
I feel like I am watching an episode of Seinfeld.
Only with more kinky 'Married Couple Stuff'.
See, people? SEE?? This is what happens when we democratize taste!
Originally posted by midwinter
Tell you what. I'll come over and destroy the CDs. Then I'll go over to your friend's house and destroy all the suck music on his computer. I'll take a sharpie and draw on his bad CDs. If he has any bad music on tape or vinyl, I'll break the tapes and scratch the vinyl.
See, people? SEE?? This is what happens when we democratize taste!
Sharpie? Who are you?
You need to use a lighter to warp the CD, or scratch the silver film off.