I pulled into my parking space morning, right next to another woman who had just pulled in. As I get my shit together, I look over. She is still in her car. It’s an older black lady, with beautiful steel grey dreds neatly pulled back. Beautiful (hand made?) african-type garment on. And she is GROOOVIN’ to whatever music she is listening to. She is swaying her head side to side, she’s got the arm motions going, a BIG smile on her face. Whatever she is listening to must be AWESOME.
Do you have a menal “ear” of what kind of music she might be listening to?
Good. So did I.
I get out of my car - she’s got her stereo BLAZING…but…wait…umm…who is that singing? It’s mellow and smooth…NOT at all what I was expecting.
I walk over to her when she sees me staring. “i want to listen to what YOU’RE listening to, you seem like you’re in a GREAT mood!”
Her smile gets even bigger, as she continues to get her groove on. “It’s JAMES TAYLOR! I LOVE me some James Taylor!”
whoa.
awesome.
Cool. When I see an old white guy groovin’ to Bob Marley, then we’ve come full circle
Um, Mikey? That old white guy grooving to Bob Marley is my boyfriend. And I’m right there with him.
But seriously, James Taylor? I would have predicted *anything* before JT.
Since you couldn’t feel the music, then I wouldn’t have expected “hip/hop” (I hate that name BTW). Maybe mowtown or R&B given the age.
Still, can’t imagine grooving like that to James Taylor.
I blew out the speakers in my car turning up the bass and blasting the theme song from “The Benny Hill Show.” But I guess people probably expect that from me.
LOL I love JT - the second lullaby I sing to the Kidlet every night is Rockaby Sweet Baby James (”The Cowboy Song” she calls it)
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I thought it would be a great be-lated b-day gift!
Hehe, what a great friday morning for that lady!
Meh. I’m from the greater Detroit area. I would have been impressed if she was listening to Iggy Pop.
Sweet! nice to be pleasantly surprised by someone’s music tastes.
We’ll be going back to see James Taylor play this summer for the 3rd time. It’s a great concert. So mellow.