He cooks to the tunes of Frank Sinatra…I did pork chops MYYYYYYY WAAAAAAYYYYYY

So my husband is a musician. The current band he’s in plays very heavy metal. I describe it as loud and angry. However, at home we listen to a massive array of music. Our CD wall is extensive. We have everything in there from classical (I have a special leaning towards Baroque, but also the dramatic stuff like Rachmaninoff) to Country, 80’s hair bands to big band. If you’re looking for a genre, I certain we have representation in the wall.

Then there’s the iPods and iPhones.

Last night when I got home from work, I found My Honey and The Bandit sprawled across my bed. The boy was doing his

homework and his father was messing around with his phone. I flopped down with my book to join them.

“Whatcha doin?” I asked the one staring at the iPhone.

“Looking at iTunes.”

“Ah. Whatcha lookin for?”

He shrugged. “Just stuff. I had no idea Neil Diamond had so many songs. I don’t even know half these.”

Neil Diamond? OK. “Like which ones?” I asked.

He started listing off titles. I sang several of their opening lines.

I’m sure he was wondering what I was doing knowing all those Neil Diamond lyrics for the same reason I was wondering why he was shopping the Neil Diamond catalog.

“I can’t believe you know all those songs.”

“Apparently, you don’t listen to the ’70’s station at work,” I replied.

I wonder how much of his street cred he’s gonna lose if his band mates get ahold of his play list.