Phil Collins

Jeremy and I were watching tv a few nights ago when a commercial for Phil Collins came on. Immediately, in my head, I thought, "Oh my God, Phil Collins sucks (only in much worse language). The best thing about Genesis was Peter Gabriel!" Jeremy turns to me and says, "You should buy me some Phil Collins." Who the hell have I married! Okay, so music has been a longstanding issue in our relationship. I have the good taste, and he has horrible taste. But Phil Collins? We're reaching an all time low here! Yes, with much embarrassment, I went to the store and once bought my mom a Spice Girls cd, but I could never bring myself to buy Phil Collins! I have tried to sway him toward better music over the years, but to no avail. He still persists in calling Radiohead "radish head." I tried to get him to listen to the Pixies and got an "eehh." Are you insane man? I have the ultimate Nirvana collection (thanks to bootlegs and ebay), and he exaults the wonders of Shania Twain. So, maybe I am a bit of a music snob, but Mariah Carey? I had no idea she put out so many cds before she cracked! Oh, and to suffer through just one of those cds--the horror! I put in Bob Mould, and he puts in Faith Hill. I put in Bright Eyes, and he puts in "insert various crap here." So, I have come to the conclusion that he must be deaf. He often doesn't seem to hear what I say, so maybe he isn't pretending. I will say, the worst was when he made me listen to Faith Hill for 8 hours in a row. By the end, when we were stuck in a car in a traffic jam, it was all I could do to keep from screaming out the window! Then again, maybe he is just trying to torture me.