do you ever meet someone and judge them by their ipod? you might be at a bar, say, dinner at limon in sf, or downtown at august in ny and your date runs off to the bathroom. you think to yourself, "i like this girl. mom was a teacher, dad, a doctor. family has good money, and she has down-to-earth tastes. that's solid. she went to princeton but did a year volunteering overseas. hmmm, there is something going on here...but...what does she listen to?" then, you flip through the ipod and see if she is *clearly* the girl of your dreams. you click-wheel through. good stuff. mix of credible indie, and some majors--mf doom, peter, bjorn, and john, with some soulful van morrison and sam cooke. all the way around. good mix. she is a keeper...even if there is a stevie nicks track in there.
the homie's most pathetic track?
careless whisper, by george michael.
but i love you anyway. thanks for dinner. let's eat.
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