A little musical background for you: I really like music but I've never connected to it in the same way that I connect to visual art. The sight of the Greek Islands or the paintings at the Van Gough Museum in Amsterdam can make my heart stop, but music has usually never reached that level of euphoria for me. Luckily, I've always been surrounded by people who love music and keep me in good listening. Because of this slightly disconnected relationship I had a hysterical experience on the ride home today.
My friend S. from work offered to make me a CD of workout music so that I could be one step closer to joining the gym. As I left work to go pick up B. I excitedly tossed my new CD into the car player and started listening. So I'm listening and bopping along... Pink...good! Justin... good! A little old school Britney...good! Then I come across a song I don't recognize right away, but eventually it sounds familiar. It's some Snoop song that I've only heard sporadically on the radio. And therein lies the rub.
Radio hip hop and real hip hop... not even remotely the same thing. And I thought I had a good understanding of this, I really did. But apparently I should have given more weight to the degree of dirty that the "D. O. Double G" is able to achieve. After all, this is the same man who showed up to the MTV Movie Awards a few years ago with two women on leashes. Leashes!
So anyway, I'm listening to the song and all of the sudden... "Wait... What?!?? You want to do WHAT... to my WHAT!!!!!?" Eyes wide, mouth agape, staring at the CD player! "My WHAT is hanging WHERE!!??" SNOOP!!!!
I know, I'm sure you're hysterically laughing right now! Go ahead, I don't blame you. As soon as I could get my mouth to close, I started laughing quite hard as well. Silly little white girl driving her silver Altima, you're even more clueless about music than you ever knew!