"I'LL GET YOU SOME MUSIC!"

My darling hubby has this unique-to-us ability to identify any snippet of a song you might sing to him, be it the chorus or some random line in a verse.  Either way, he's tops in my book!  

He will also name the original artist and the time frame in which it was recorded.  He might even tell you other songs attributed to the same artist.  

I'm spoiled.  I can't remember the complete words to any song much less who sang it, I just turn to him.

He's been working hard lately holding down a part time job, not playing for us songs that strike his fancy.  Used to he'd go to the Noblesville public library and bring home stacks of CD's to play on his stereo.  The boys and I would get a plethora of genre's, our own famous singers performing right in our living room complete with trivia ad libs.

This morning he's not due in to work until later so I poke in my own CD.  It's various songs by one single singer.  

I'm singing along having a good ol' time making toast.  He's making his breakfast of eggs when he begins to make unhappy noises.

"Where'd you get this clown?" he asked.

Max Graves is singing Little Green Apples.  It should be Roger Miller.

"NOOOOOooooooooo!"

Max Graves is singing Hello Dolly.  It should be Louis Armstrong.

Darling hubby, pulls out a fake gun and shoots my CD player!  Now, I'm belly laughing.

Max Graves is singing Those Were the Days.  It should be Mary Hopkin.

DH bangs his head on the stove hood!  "Thud, thud, thud!"

That's it, he can't stand it.  He heads to the computer.  Youtube is invoked.  Youtube triumphs.  He vehemently declares,  "You ruined my morning.  I'll get you some MUSIC!"

As his eggs burn, and I'm watching "the show" and laughing hard, I shut down his burner, then open windows to let out the smell.

I can just see him over there "dancing by the record machine".  

From the family room speakers, I hear Joan Jett singing.   "Put another dime in the jukebox baby, I love rock and roll."