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We’ve had a couple of days in the 70s. Warm weather is on the way.

This is our motorcycle that I keep talking about. It isn’t pink, and it isn’t pretty right now. It’s presently torn apart in my mother’s garage. The seats are off, the covers are off, and I listen patiently as Rich tells me about nuts and bolts and pulleys and something about the alternator, but I daydream about blogging or chocolate while nodding my head and pretending to listen, so I really don’t know what he’s doing.

But I do know it’s almost time to hit the open road, and it’s definitely time to update my mp3 player.

I like to listen to loud music on the bike. Not just volume loud, but upbeat and make me happy loud. No heavy metal though, because I’m not going to bang my head on Rich’s back. I like music that makes me feel good with the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.

So today I’m asking for song recommendations to add to my mp3 player for the upcoming year. To give you a better idea of what I like, here are some of the songs on my player right now:

American Boy by Estelle
Blackout by Breathe Carolina
Club Can’t Handle Me by Flo Rida
Dangerous by Kardinal Offishall
Daylight by Kelly Rowland
DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love by Usher
Dynamite by Taio Cruz
Feel So Close by Calvin Harris
Give It To Me by Timbaland
Hey Baby by Pitbull
How We Do by Rita Ora
Memories by David Guetta
Rocketeer by Far East Movement
Secrets by One Republic
Shake That by Eminem
Shattered by O.A.R.
So Good by B.o.B.
Uprising by Muse
Wild Ones by Flo Rida

As you can see, it’s been a while since I’ve updated my pink mp3 player. (I also have a black mp3 player. It’s full of softer sounds from Van Morrison, Robert Plant, Frank Sinatra, James Last, Bob Dylan, Sting, Harry Connick, Jr., etc., but none of that works on the motorcycle.)

Now it’s your turn. What do you think would fit in with the songs I already have? Feel free to link to a YouTube video, so I can see/hear your recommendation(s).

There is often music in our home. My husband might be blaring something from the den, while I have music competing for airspace from my computer.

When we married and merged our belongings, he brought a stereo system with a set of speakers that were taller than me. They could rock the house – literally. He had a fidelity demo cd with a multitude of sounds ranging from a soft breeze rustling prairie grasses to the deep thud and whirring of helicopter blades. It also had a 747 flyby. Our son used to beg Dad to make the airplane fly in the house – with the volume turned up. It’s a wonder we didn’t break the windows.

Last weekend, I went over to the den, flopped into a chair, and asked hubby, “What is it with guys and music?”

He gave me the usual blank stare.

Unthwarted, I pressed on. “Well, I like music. But I don’t listen to it like you do. There are plenty of girls on WordPress who post music, but guys seem to *really* get into music. Is it a guy thing?”

“It’s not a guy thing. They’re probably audiophiles.”

“Huh?”

The next twenty minutes presented a husband before me who was animated and passionate about music. Not that I didn’t know this, but we haven’t talked about it for years.

He explained that a good sound system will not allow you to hear violins moving from one speaker to the next, it will allow you to hear the violins in their proper section in the orchestra. He went on to say that when he bought expensive sound equipment, he could finally hear *all* of the music in a song.

I told him that my mp3 player surprised me by how good it sounded as the sounds separated and ran around the back of my head.

“They’re supposed to fill your head.”

“They run around the back of my head,” I told him.

“Some people might hear the sounds in the front.”

“My frontal lobe is probably damaged,” I said.

“Well, your mp3 player should sound better because the music has nowhere else to go. It can’t bounce off of walls or be diffused by the carpet or furniture.”

“Cool,” I said with a smile. My ADD was kicking in, and I was done listening. “Thanks. I have to go. I have blogs to read. See you at supper.”