Music

Music has always defined a time in my life. From the spanish music my mom use to blare while she cleaned on Saturday mornings to  my love of musicals and living in their fantasy. I always wished my life had that mysterious soundtrack that always defined the scene. That music that came out of nowhere but always described what was going on perfectly.

Coming into the marriage I was heavily into Depeche Mode, Erasure, The Cure, REM he came into the marriage heavily into Ice Cube, 2Pac, Biggie, Method Man. I had tolerated his music before but that's because I wanted him to like me. He introduced me to some music that I did end up adopting as my own like Mary J Blige, but I don't think he has ever taken my music as his. When I cleaned I played my music which was fine since he was not home, but I was always home when he played his music. I was inundated with beats and bass and noise. And if that weren't enough he decided to be that soundtrack I had always wanted. He sang around the house all the time. I don't think sang describes it correctly, more like rapped. he is a very animated rapper with hand movements and emphasis. He would define our fights by giving me rap lyrics in the middle of them. Somehow he thought I was into it as much as he was… he was wrong.

I called his music crap and he played it louder. It was annoying. we compromised at some point, he bought a walkman.