Listener’s ego

Do you ever get the feeling that you get unfairly judged as a person due to the music you enjoy? Or worse, the music you get caught listening to? For instance, when I work closing shifts at my job, I use it as an opportunity to listen to cds for review. Have I mentioned I get a lot of crap? I mean, a lot of crap… or, at the very least, a lot of mediocre pop and emo.

Most of the people who come into the bakery are older women who have no idea what I’m listening to. I do get a little worried that at some point, somebody from the local record store is going to come in (which they do) and catch me with the latest buzz band and call me on it. There are also the folks who raise their eyebrows a bit when they see me all in black, tattoo’d and pierced… listening to something that’s a hair’s breadth from adult contemporary.

I feel a great need to shrink into myself and pretend the shit music isn’t even playing. The likelihood of any customer even caring is pretty remote, but I have a serious case of musical ego… and it’s getting bruised.

Snuff – “Not Listening