Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

For two people who are so incredibly different, Lipstick and I get along pretty well when we’re on the road. There is, however, one major exception, and I don’t know how we’re going to resolve it.

Music. We both came on the trip with our ipods fully loaded with great driving music. Since I was driving first, I let Lipstick pick the songs. “How about some mellow stuff to get us started?” she asked. Fine. The she proceeded to put on some weird mix with Air Supply, Kenny Loggins and “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.” I mean, who has “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head” in their ipod?

“How about something a bit more upbeat?” I asked. Sure, she said and put on Carol King. Carol King? Upbeat? Oh, sorry, Lipstick apologized and then put on Jewel. WTF? “Grab my ipod out of the back, I’ve got a great driving mix on there,” I commanded.

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” by Queen “Goodbye Stranger,” by Supertramp, “Let it Bleed,” by the Stones, “Son of a Preacher Man” by Dusty Springfield. I mean the classics. Lipstick rolled her eyes at the Queen song. Asked, “Who is this?” to the Stones. Uh, the Rolling Stones, Lipstick, only the best band ever. Things got ugly when Elvis Costello’s “Watching the Detectives” came on. Lipstick just turned the music off. “Oh, it was driving me crazy,” she complained. Like non-stop Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw were keeping me sane?!!

Finally we came to an agreement. The only music we’re allowed to listen to while driving is Melissa Etheridge. Her first album. We’ll let you know how it goes.