What's the Deal with Me and Richard Marx? [DadCentric]
Inevitably, if a conversation turns toward musical tastes, I
always end up the laughing stock of the group. Why? No one has ever deemed my
choice of bands and singers as being cool. I’ll bring up names like Matchbox 20
or The Fray—and of course there’s that whole thing with Coldplay—and everyone
starts doubling over. It’s fine. I’m
used to it by now. Sometimes I’ll even join in. Admittedly I deserve ridicule
for my brief flirtation with Nickelback.
My wife, Ashley, is undoubtedly my harshest critic. A song
from Snow Patrol will come on the radio, and she’ll roll her eyes so hard I can
hear it over the music. “How did I ever marry you,” she will sigh.
