Friday had an enjoyable family dinner. The parentals; Hitler, Ava, and Mr Boo; Bobo and the SIL; and little ol' me. I realized that I haven't made much mention of the Bobo at all, which is a shame, because he is an entertaining person, but kinda hard to put down into words. After dinner, we went back to the parentals (minus the Hitler crew, since it was approaching somebody's bed time). I asked my brother (who has shit for communication skills, unless it's verbal and happening at that moment) if he got the email I sent him about a new musical artist guy that I had recently found out about (Bobo, being a musical guy himself tends to listen to less mainstream music and feels that his taste/knowledge is far superior to us simple non-musical folks). He asked who, because he doesn't remember what/when I emailed him. So I reiterate that he needs to check out Sufjan Stevens, he responds that he is already in the know about him and has some of his music. Then I spout off my other new favs (discussed here). And I told him that I have some Kings of Leon cds (ha cha CHA) in the car and did he want to listen. His response:
"God, L, you still buy CDs?? That's like soooo 1996!!"
Evidently you are only worth the size of your MP3 player, and mine's only 1GB. Size matters, no matter what anyone ever tells you, and somethings can never be too big.
I think he might have actually liked the music. Normally he doesn't like anything I recommend. I feel honored and special.
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