Ok, tow truck driver not my style but we bonded over my vehicle nonetheless. He has the same one, though a year earlier and loves it as much as I do mine. He sympathized with me, realizing HE was the one taking my beloved away to be resurrected but not for me to drive anymore.

Sadly, the sympathy lasted only a moment because at the words "tricking it out, into a competition/show truck" he began drooling nonstop between questions about rims and dvd decks and subs and ..blah blah blah.

*sigh*

Anyway that's off topic.

What I wanted to remember about today is the music.

When the driver pulled up, he had his stereo blasting loud enough that I could hear it through to my diningroom. Pet Shop Boys "West End Girls". Big burly man in typical grease-stained overalls listening to Pet Shop Boys. (And no, this was not the radio because when he started up to pull away, the song had reset to the beginning.)

It got me thinking about the judgements we make when we associate music with people. I'll stop here and point out I'm not talking about the Broadway Musical=gay men or Opera=rich and snobby types of biases; I'm meaning more how we react to someone based on their taste in music.

Tow-truck driver? My thought was "Man, bet he'd get along with my husband".. not because my husband is a big man and was a similar grease covered blue collar worker for years and also loves after-market auto accessories and loud music but because he likes the Pet Shop Boys, too. So obviously, they'd be best mates, right? heh. Whatever. You get my meaning.

All this lead me to wondering what music I'd *want* to be heard coming from my car when I was meeting someone for the first time. If I had to give someone a ride, what song would be the first one they heard and associated with me? I can tell you from experience, you don't want to make the wrong impression with music; it took me two or three years in small town Alberta to gain any credibility as a 'good mom' simply because I dropped my son off at kindergarten one afternoon and Bob Dylan's "Everybody Wants to get Stoned" was heard wafting through my truck windows (hey, it's a good tune and my kids liked it - I just didn't realize they liked it enough to sing it during music break in class. Whatever.)

And yes, the automotive piece of this is important - your passenger is at your mercy to musical fare.. it's easier to tune out/ignore/get away from music in someone's home. So what would I subject someone to??

Fuck if I know.

I've thought about this all day. For reals. All Day. I still don't have an answer so I have the sinking suspicion I'm going to obsess over this until I do.



soundtrack: nothing. it all worries me now.