To say our music style is different is a huge leap...no a bound.
My favorite musician are Justin Nozuka, Regina spektor and Jason Mraz.
His are E-40, Tupac and T-pain.
I'm not saying I don't enjoy SOME of his music. But he rarely enjoys mine.
I will make my stereo SCREAM Jason Mraz....and he will cower and cover his ears.
"Dance with me!" I demand. Walking up to him and shaking my hips.
"No!" And he'll run for the hills. (our bedroom respectively)
"BABE!" he'll yell for me "Comere and dance with me!"
Ill walk down the hall and see him nodding his head to some bass driven music. The lyrics peppered with "Fuck" "Nigga" and "Tits".
I'm not saying that I don't approve of his type of musical expression. He does only get to blare it when the children are not home...."But still..." I ask "How many times can someone say Nigga?"
I then proceed to count instead of dance.
Today Melanie left, and my house was a mess. I pulled on Dustin's collar and pleaded "I need to clean before we do anything! I can't live like this!"
"Okay..I've got the living room!" And he plugged his ears with his earphones.
"Deal! I've got the kitchen!" And I plugged my ears with my own.
Together, but separate we cleaned and danced and sang out loud. We met in the kitchen. I danced with a great big black trash bag, slipping it over his head and shimmying close to him.
Mouthing the words to my song, while he mouthed his.
His hips swung and he smiled into my eyes.
I laughed up at him, moving against his body. My music beating a cadence into my head.
Finally, I thought, as we danced together...bodies in perfect rhythm, We found away to dance together...and not cower.
