I was once involved with these two girls a pretty much the same time. They both turned out to be nothing serious. One was a pretty chill black chick who would quite happily listen to anything from Bjork to oldies or contemporary reggae or soul. The other a slightly neurotic white girl who had surprisingly good taste in music.
In the UK, because of property prices, it's common for young people to live in a shared house of 5 or more people. So when living in shitty student accommodation with paper thin walls it was kinda essential to provide a little background noise. Though with certain house mates, if they had particular go to cd, this doesn't so much serve as a distraction, but become a signal that some getting is about to be on. There's also the collateral damage, as previously loved musical works can be sullied by association. I can't say I've tried listening to it lately but Baduizm will be forever tainted by one former housemate. "On & On" indeed.
Being a connoisseur, or more pertinently a music nerd, obviously a mixtape of suitable songs needed to be made. This was just prior to mp3s and the magic of playlists and shuffle, but I had a minidisk so putting together several hours worth of music of varying mood was achievable.
So I was fooling around with these two girls, to be clear whilst they were unaware of each other they were both happy with the very casual nature of the relationship (I do not wear plaid / not a Mac rel.). What very nearly got me in trouble was not calling one by the others name or some other corny hollywood cliche, it was playing the wrong songs from this minidisk. The black girl, given the right mood, would quite happily put on some smooth romantic ish and get cozy. But one day I made the mistake of unthinkingly just pressing play when the other girl was over and as soon as she hears the opening bars of some forgotten late 90s rnb crooner, she all but bolts from the door.
