2003-07-21
A Music War
My roommate and I had a war today.
Only I don't think she knew it was a war.
She started playing really crappy music. Really craptasticly loud. Mainly U2. On repeat. One song. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I realized there were several ways I could fight this.
I could drown her music out with some obscure shit. I could cut the cord of her stereo. I could chuck her cat into the hallway and have her go chase it, locking the door on the way out.
But this time I decided to do something different. Why not confuse her?
I decided to play things in my collection that I knew she loved. I played things like Stand By Me ala Ben E. King, Twice My Age ala Shabba Ranks, Leaving on a Jet Plane ala John Denver, It's My Part ala Leslie Gore, and Red Red Wine ala UB40.
She stood in the hallway eyes bulged out, like a dog struggling over which master to go to (assuming the dog had two masters or two ultra feministic mistresses or a master/ultra feministic mistress combo).
It was great. Instead of her screaming at me to turn my "crap" off, she began to shake her ass in my room. Then she'd travel a few feet and shake her ass in her room.
Eventually, she just shook in the hallway like an epileptic. In the end my music won out and the U2 madness ended because I was holding the meaty bone.
I sunk her battleship.
Now Playing Twice My Age by Shabba Ranks
popnoir at 11:02 p.m.