Attention dudes: if you wanna promote harmony in the world, ditch the "Visualize World Peace" bumper sticker and just let us play car deejay. Because when a guy hands over the reigns to his car stereo, the planets align and all is right in the world. The sky opens up and sunshine beams down onto us as the musical notes ascend to the Heavens. Or, at least, that's how it feels to us. You are trusting us with the fun-ness of the car trip and believe us, we will NOT let you down.It's even better when you scroll through his iPod and pick a Bob Dylan song--"I Want You" is a personal fave--or a Pixies song off of Doolittle and he looks over and says, "Nice choice, sweetie." We're getting all glowy just thinking about it.
Conversely, if you want to irritate us, then by all means, be a total dick about what we listen to and criticize every song choice we make. Scowl at us when we inch up the volume to "Since U Been Gone." Make us feel uncultured for liking pop songs with hooks and harmonies. See how far you'll get with us then. (The answer is not very.)
So, for all you guys that let us tweak your radio knobs, we tip our hats to you. That small gesture shows us that you actively encourage our happiness. You like it when we're happy and that makes us happy, ya dig?
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Oh, man. This totally made me think of the time that a dude friend of mine called me up and asked if I wanted to go with him to a gig down in Williamsburg, VA. It was a 3-4 hour drive and he wouldn't let me touch his ipod down or back. In fact, he'd get pissed if I tried to play any of my music. He got really angry and threatened to stop the car if I tried to play anything he really didn't like (Tullycraft). I was stuck listening to old reggae albums which I guess wasn't so bad but......really?! We went through at least two of those trojan box sets, I think. And he explained the history behind all of it to me to the point where I was pretty much zoned out.
The ironic thing is that in 8 years I had a car I never let anyone else touch my stereo so I guess that's what I get.
passenger picks the music.
Cardinal rule of driving.
Any dude who doesn't dig Tullycraft isn't worth being in a car with. Actually, if a girl put Tiger Trap on, I might just keep going to Vegas.
If I ever meet a guy who willingly lets me play Fall Out Boy songs during our car ride together, then we will drive straight to Vegas, do a drive-thru wedding, and come back home. Seriously, we will get married while we are still in the car. Just throwin' that out there, America!
This is a two-sided street. Much like Barney's Stinson's Hotness vs Crazy scale dictates one's tolerance for the crazy; The Hotness vs. Shit Music Taste scale will dictate the time and distance with which we'll put up with Kelly Clarkson.
Just sayin.
OR, like Demetri Martin's "How Hot A Girl Is Vs. How Much I Want To Hear How Intuitive Her Cat Is" graph.
For the unwashed:
http://barneystinson.info/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/the-hot-crazy-scale1.jpg
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