Olivia was in teh office with me, I suspect up to her eyeballs in her playmobile obsession…. And I turn to say something to olivia, and the next song in my iTunes library starts playing.
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Last night I was downloading something or other, some sample of an artist I’ve now forgotten.
Olivia was in the office with me, I suspect up to her eyeballs in her playmobile obsession.
So I start up this sample in iTunes, and it plays, and isn’t interesting in any way. And I turn to say something to olivia, and the next song in my iTunes library starts playing. I have this up pretty loud.
And this is the next song. (That link isn’t work safe).
It’s the dirty-words-only version of ‘Fuck tha Police’ from NWA’s Straight Outta Compton.
I thought Olivia’s head was gonna explode.
IS THAT FOR MY EARS? she demanded.
“No honey, that played by mistake.”
“Why would you have that,” she asked, sounding near panic.
I explained what it was a joke, everything but the bad words edited out. And I felt like that moment in Alice’s Restaurant where he says “…and creatin’ a nuisance, and they all moved back to me there on the group W bench…” when I told her it was to make of point about how much some bands use that sort of language. And that made it all ok, as if she was then able to say to herself oh, it’s a lesson.