Smooth, real smooth.

Let me preface this entry by saying I know next to nothing when it comes to music. My musical tastes could probably best be described as, I dunno… girly[1]. I think I know enough to recognize funny situations though, as I’ll explain.

The “Chief Email Officer” at work (we call him the CEO), likes an assortment of what I’ll call dance/trance/jungle/electronica/etc. Basically samples played every so often between weird synthesizer-ish, artificial rhythms. The funniest example is from this one time we were in his car on the way to lunch. Bunch of beats… pause… then a sample of some guy saying, “IT’S ALL MINE…. AND YOUR WOMAN TOO”… more beats… pause… lather, rinse, repeat.

The “Close Talker” at work (I only call her that because she has a tendency to invade my personal bubble when asking questions) really likes Jamiroquai. Her desktop background always has that strangely feminine looking “buffalo man” logo, that kinda looks like the FreeBSD daemon. Kinda.

Anyway, apparently there’s some concert coming up in Toronto, that both the CEO and the Close Talker are excited about. They were yammering about it, when the President of the company walks by and asks what they’re talking about. The CEO explains, “Oh, see, Gloria and I like the same kind of music, and we’re just really excited about this Jamiroquai concert in Toronto.” There’s a pause, then the President goes, “I’m going to see Nickelback with my daughter next week” (at this point, the whole office goes quiet and tumbleweeds roll by).

[1] I won’t even bother listing selections from my CD and MP3 collections. You’d only roll your eyes.


  1. Tim says:

    Hehe, Nickelback. *cough*

  2. Dave says:

    Heh, this might be kinda mean, but I guess it sorta fits. The president has pictures in his office of his family, done in that “glamour shot” style. Only they really shouldn’t be. I guess you could say the level of inapppropriateness is kinda like this this.