For the last (nearly) 35 years my only best friend and I have visited each others’ house to “educate, inform and entertain” about music and literature – mostly on a Sunday, when his lovely wife did lunch, which is why we separated for 10 years after he dumped on her…
…Anyway, now that we are back together, we are are on a quarterly lunch at each others’ house, basically cooking for each other, swapping CDs and links to novels (used to be reckids and books).
He is 10 years older than me, but the scary thing today was that we swapped CDs by the same artist (different albums) and one of the books was also the same.
So, do I need therapy, education, or would someone like to explain the rationale for this, and/or their own experiences of sharing the same music with friends…
…if I receive responses, I will share the music/books that weirdly happened today.
My best friend and I like about 80% of the same music. Which isn’t that spooky, except that if we have the same album we will absolutely always have the same favourite – and usually second-favourite track. We gave up having the “WTF?” conversation about this phenomenon about 25 years ago.
No explanation needed, just enjoy the best friend concept, alien as it is to many. Having just sort of ditched mine: we think it each the others fault, it is a shocking place to be. Best friends, same sex best friends are a weirdness, they can be as shitty as a shitty stick, but remain an allowable shared shitty stick. It’s a long game. I guess a 10 year gap is nowt in a life. I hope I will forgive mine and he me.
My obsession and taste in music is the main reason I have no friends. Except the ones on here. You are my friends, aren’t you?
*sobs*
Of course.
We have a sacred bond.
The bond of blood, of comradeship in war and revolution, of strolling together the happy meadows of boyhood?
No!
Something far more profound.
We known the rock. And we have known the roll. We have known the pop. We have known the soul. We have known the bleep. We have known the Kraut. And we have driven everybody in the whole house out.
I love you.
I love you too.
Actually, when I was writing that I nearly ended up quoting Schoolly-D:
“You know we rock, we roll, we jam and we mix / And all the others MCs, get off of our dicks”
….not sure that would have elicited the same response.
You have taste in music?
It may not be the best, but it’s MINE!!!
The running joke in our house is that when i die i’ll have to be cremated, as i don’t have enough friends to carry my coffin. Sad, but very true.
I have enough friends, but at least two of them are weeds and I’m a fat sod.
See you in the furnace, dude.
That will be one hell of a mingle !!
I don’t know whether I mean the actual cremation* or, er, the longer bit that comes later.
(*hereafter “the appetizer”)