My New Addiction

Because I really needed something other than coffee and chocolate and Anne Tyler books and sleep.

Anyway, when we were in California recently, we were hanging out in one of our favorite families’ living rooms, and they had the tv on as we sat around talking. I was confused at first, because all I saw were music videos and an occasional commercial. Since when did MTV get so low-key, and so focused on music?

Well, it’s not MTV, and it’s not VH1. It’s The Tube Music Network and it really works for me! Their tag line is: “Think of it as music television. Only with music.” And they mean it. There are no veejays (anyone old enough to cringe at the memory of Martha Quinn?). No reality shows or game shows. Just music videos, from the 80s, the 90s, and now. Here is a sampling of the artists that I got to see and hear within about an hour yesterday:

John Mellencamp (when he was John Cougar!)

Don Henley

Duran Duran

Big Country (yes, the one-hit wonder! Or was it two?)

Ben Harper

Cold Play

Rod Stewart


Of course, there are times when I have to mute the television (Bjork? No thank you). But it is a thrill to hear some of those old songs, and some really great new ones, all without having to endure all the nastiness and gimmicky stuff of MTV. It certainly makes unpacking boxes a lot less tedious when I can do it with an old Bon Jovi song in the background.

This new addiction works for me. Click here to see what works for Shannon!



Love Songs

I got my hair cut the other day.  (No, I don’t think that’s newsworthy, though I do tend to forget until I’ve been in ponytails for weeks on end.)  As my stylist was washing my hair, she said, “Oh, I hate this song!”  I didn’t recognize it and couldn’t make out the lyrics over the general hair salon din.  I asked what the problem was.  To sum up, she didn’t like that the sentiments expressed in the song made her marriage appear lame in comparison.

I didn’t know what to say at first.  I understand her point to a degree, but I also know that love songs are just love songs and most of them set the bar at lofty heights that are purt near impossible to maintain (I’ve got a few years on the girl).

Finally, I told her not to listen too hard to those songs.  Just like we can’t try to look like the models in fashion magazines (the retouching is rampant!), we can’t try to make our lives fit into romantic notions set to popular music.

Anyway, I much prefer the goofy, humdrum moments of love, like our trip to the grocery store today.  Pete playfully announced that he would no longer submit himself to the whole wheat tortillas I’ve been attempting to force on the family.  We compromised on whole wheat pasta.  We giggled and teased each other and it was a really nice moment.

And I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be a hit love song.