There has been a request. A request for a post. A post about music.
Here is some musical insight into Lindsay, as well as an embarrassing story in bad taste.
I’ll be the first to admit that my taste in music in my high school days was pretty horrid at times. After a steady diet of Garth Brooks and Reba McIntire throughout my early years [who gave Reba lip-sync “concerts” in the tobacco strip house with her playschool microphone? this girl.], I went pop for a time … but not necessarily to the good stuff. I won’t tell you how much money I paid to see Ricky Martin in concert my 9th grade year. [Okay. I will. $80.] I was in love with Ricky Martin ever since he sang ‘Copa de la Vida’ at the Grammy’s in, oh, 1999ish?
I was in the midst of my Spanish classes and I loved his Spanish albums from that point on. I listened to him bunches, and then saw the Livin’ la Vida Loca tour in Milwaukee. [I will maintain that his early Spanish albums are better than the English ones that followed. Does that help my case at all?] My dad was such a good sport, toting four high school girls to the Bradley Center to see Ricky Martin. [He didn’t actually attend but dropped us off and picked us up following.] I think we even took signs that we held up to the car windows – “Ricky Martin bound!” and the like. [ugh. embarrassed. the things we do when we’re 15.] When I was at that point in my life, I probably would tell you that the concert was awesome. I remember there was confetti and free Armani perfume samples. Currently, I can’t say that Ricky Martin is on my playlist any too often.
It’s on days like this – sun shining, flip-flops on, and sitting outside on the patio of the Stillwater Public Library overlooking the flooded St. Croix river – that I wish the radio in my car worked. I think there is no better sign of spring than country music and the windows down. Even if it’s still a bit too cold, I’ll put the window down and the heat on to turn the music up louder. Country music is ultimately my roots and my default.
That’s not to say I didn’t go through a huge Lady Gaga phase while on internship. Matchbox Twenty is probably my favorite of all time. Josh Groban and Michael Buble rank pretty high. Taylor Swift goes on repeat quite a bit lately. I think Darius Rucker and the Zac Brown Band know me too well as every song seems to apply to my life. Keith Urban is dreamy. And I would pay more than $80 to see Snow Patrol in concert. LOVE them. Unfortunate for me that they’re based across the ocean. [Nearly half of my “25 most played songs” playlist on iTunes are Snow Patrol.]
I’m not too eclectic and pretty mainstream when it comes to what’s on my ipod, but I’m always up for suggestions to make me more musically hip like you. Who is your favorite right now? What should I listen to so we can become better friends?
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