Squeeze

My mother was alive and living with my dad again. She had been completely cured of her illness. Liz was still in California and my brother still married and living with his own wife and son, but I was living at home.

Rob’s wife came over and asked my parents about their upcoming wedding.  I was angry because  they hadn’t told me yet that they were getting remarried. It had not occurred to me that they ever weren’t married anymore. Then I wondered if my dad’s girlfriends knew about my mother being home.

Some guy from work came to my house later to make a business deal with my parents. I didn’t like or trust him. He was showing them a bunch of Squeeze videos. All of the songs sounded almost exactly like “Tempted (by the Fruit of Another).” I started screaming downstairs to them about how much I hated that song and band. I was saying that one shitty song was bad enough, but having an entire collection of songs that sounded just like the one shitty one was the fucking worst.

The guy retorted,”Do you even know anything about music?”

That really pissed me off. I told him my dad had been playing music longer than he had  been alive, and that I took lessons for multiple instruments as a child and had a bigger music collection than he did. Then I was disappointed to learn that he had left before he heard what I had to say.