No surprise that it was a Eurovision winning song.
One of the many things that made me fall in love with my husband was his completely unpretentious taste in music. Perhaps it was something I was more conscious of because I have dated guys who were very critical of anyone who liked music they thought wasn’t cool enough and honestly that just becomes a bit depressing. My husband has a very broad and unashamed taste in music but what excites him the most seems to be 1980′s power ballads. His body starts twitching because he wants to “groove” to the music and then pretty soon he is singing along dramatically. It makes me smile because you can’t help but enjoy it too. He will listen to, and like, music that may be deemed a bit cooler but the next song on his playlist may be something like One Direction, and he doesn’t care.
There are times when I have had to say, “Oh geez, not this song.” But for all the times I’m annoyed there are more times where I’m thankful of how nonjudgmental he is and how he can take pleasure in the cheesy things in life.
For example, right now as I’m writing this post he has his earphones in and is singing to himself, “Last Christmas I gave you my heart…”