Music

Yesterday we opened our old computer to retrieve some music and pictures we wanted.  I decided to add some of Brian's music to my ipod incase he wanted to listen to it. I have to say I had no idea how much Grateful Dead he owns.  I mean I knew that the Grateful Dead is his all time favorite, but now my ipod is half full of them.  I never really listened to them, my music taste doesn't usually sync with his.  Until we met I didn't know that Shade of Grey was a Dead song, and I still don't know why Shake Down Street is called Shake Down Street.  He rolls his eyes at me when I call those bears Deady Bears.  What are they called?  He's had this stuffed Garcia doll since before we were together and when we recently moved he gave it to Abbey.  I played it cool pretending to know thats what it was. 
Music has always been an uncompfortable topic of conversation for me.  When you first meet people they often ask what kind of music do you listen to.  A better question for me would be what is in your cd player right now.   It was recently pointed out to me that I hold special meaning to music.  When a song comes on the radio I'll say I've danced to this, or this reminds me of a certain place or a certain time.  When it comes down to it why do we like the music we do?  As I look at my ipod I think do I really like Dan Seals or do I have it on there because I remember listening to that CD with my dad.  Truth be told I have no idea. I know I'm in no way a music snob.