The Unfortunate Habits of the Musically Obsessed.

Mat has been operating federal transportation programs incognito in the Deep South this week so I felt I had to fulfill my wifely duty of poking around while he’s gone. And in doing such, I found evidence of a sickness I merely had an inkling about.

Symptom: Mat’s listening habits.

For the last week, he has listened to The Beach Boys 233 times. 233 times. Additionally, he has listened to Dennis Wilson 34 times. By contrast, the man he holds in such high regard that we named our (girl) dog after him, Mr. Frank Zappa, sits sadly at #7 with 7 plays. And the Artist whose picture is framed and displayed proudly on top of our china cabinet is at the bottom of the heap with a pathetic 5 plays.

So we’re talking about a combined total of 267 times that he voluntarily, consciously pressed the PLAY button to listen to the blondies from Orange County that not only launched the musical career of John Stamos but gave life to Wilson Phillips. That means he’s essentially listened to a complete Beach Boys album four times a day, every day, for a week.

Now since I have had no choice but to partake in some of this (i.e. Beach Boys while making dinner, Beach Boys while eating dinner, Beach Boys while talking about the Beach Boys after dinner, Beach Boys in the car, Beach Boys walking to the Metro, Beach Boys before bed, Beach Boys IN bed), I initially grew to have a much greater appreciation for their music than I had ever had before. I found myself singing about “my favorite vegetables” in the shower, in the car, getting dressed, to my best friend’s daughter.

But when he left on Sunday and Marlo came over for dinner, I asked her what she would like to listen to. She unwittingly said: “Oh just hit play and we’ll listen to whatever’s in there”.

But I knew better. I opened the CD player and what do we have? Beach Boys. I pulled the record off the turntable and what do we have? Beach Boys. And what came in the mail from Landon this week? Beach Boys. And what do you think he’s been downloading to the iPod? Beach Boys.

Antidote: The Cure.

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