Music

My husband is obsessed with music. And I'm not talking about the sort of obsession where you can go up and tell him "Hey I like MGMT and I really like jazz flute, can you recommend a new band? I mean, maybe he could do that but anyway. He's obsessed in the sense that he's always updating and tweaking his itunes library. First he went through this massive overhaul and added in all the album art *which was hard, because should he include this art from the Caddyshack compliation album, or the original artist album?" Once that was done, he added in album names, years made, etc. He could probably sort his playlists by year and get an exact chronological order of all of his music.

But the funniest part of all this is the fact that he updates mine too. I was downstairs playing an RPG for 2 hours, and I came upstairs and he said "Oh I started cleaning your library but the computer battery started beeping at me, so I plugged it in." I started going uh, what? And he said he was removing duplicates and getting rid of all the jazz, which he knows I hate. And I was like, why did you do that? (sort of laughing) and he said it's because I was harassing him and telling him he never shares music with me. He does, I tell him what I want and he gets it for me, but... I don't harass him for it. I merely claimed that I was going to hire him as my music manager, to constantly update my ipod with music that I would find to my interest and liking, and he goes off and begins cleaning my library like some cleaner fish on a sun fish in the ocean. I love it. I love him, and his musical ways. :)