Don’t forget the…what??

Whenever my writing needs music references, I go running for help. I love to listen to music, but titles, singers, bands, heck- sometimes entire genres, movements and eras elude me. It’s as if the section of my brain meant to store that information has been closed for renovations since, well…since permanently. Music information is water through a sieve for me. It just doesn’t stick.

My boyfriend is himself a walking trivia machine when it comes to music, movies, or TV. Good news is, whenever I have a question or need a suggestion, I have a virtually unlimited resource. And, best of all, he loves me, so when he’s not laughing at me, he does his best to help me figure out the reference I’m looking for. Why does he laugh you might ask?

Me: Hey, what’s that song, that old song about a hippie?

Him: A hippie?

Me.: Not a hippie. Older. It’s a slow song. A rock song.

Him: An old, slow rock song about a hippie? (Look on his face says: what the hell?)

Me: Yes. Sort of. That’s the wrong word.

Him: Do you know who sang this old, slow rock song that’s not about a hippie?

Me: AC/DC. I think.

Him: Uh huh. (Look on his face says: you really don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, do you?)

Me: Oh wait. A Bohemian something.

Him: (Look on his face says: you’ve just desecrated a sacred shrine and you don’t even realize it) Bohemian Rhapsody. By Queen.

So see? Sad, isn’t it? He may tease, but he has his reasons. Plus, he is very patient and he always helps me find my song. Though don’t expect to see me on “Don’t Forget the Lyrics” any time soon. I’m as good with those as I am with these pesky titles…