Music

Published on Tuesday, March 31, 2009 in Everybody knows about Roo. 19 Comments

I should have gotten the iPod a long time ago.

I have always loved music. The car radio blasts, and whenever I cook, the small boombox propped in the living room window serenades me. But for the last several years I’ve been reliant on local radio stations. My CD collection is in heavy black binders that are impossible to go through and besides — I usually only like one or two songs on a CD and get bored if I listen to the same album too long.

For this surgery, Cute Husband was adament. Do it right. Let’s get you an iPod, and let’s have you load it with your music. Not just because he didn’t want to share his any more, but because I needed one of my own.

He’s such a nice guy.

It’s small and purple and shiny, and it came with the gift of $100 to load it up. This is astonishing to me. Back when I was buying CDs, $100 would buy about four or five of them, which would amount to about six songs I loved and about 30 I could take or leave. I would then make mixed tapes that would take about 15 songs each.

I’ve spent $80 so far and have 100 songs, about five hours of music none of which I want to fast forward through. I walk around with one ear bud in, shaking my little preggie self to songs I’ve missed without ever really realizing I was missing them.

This morning while I was loading some old favorites from college days, Renny scrambled into bed beside me and started wiggling her little body to the beat.

“I love dis song!” she said.

“I just bet you do,” I answered. “Why aren’t you dressed for school?”

“Can dis be my song?”

“Oh my, yes. You need to get dressed, though.”

“MY SONG!!”

“GET DRESSED.” I clicked the song off and stared at her. She hopped down.

“But you turn it back on when I come back, right? It’ll be my song?”

“No one will ever doubt it.”

She scampered off and came back a few minutes later, wearing a flowered purple dress and striped pink tights, her hair a filmy cloud around her head.

“Momma you promised –” I clicked the play button, it was back on, and she was shimmying.

The song?

Bitch, by Meredith Brooks.

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