In 16 years of marriage I’ve learned that one of the keys to success is tolerance. In my wife’s case she tolerates a lot. The first thing that comes to mind is that she tolerates, generally without comment, that every February I buy a new Giants hat and proceed to wear it for the next 52 weeks through rain and wind and dirt and sweat until it becomes an oily, dusty, dirty, faded, stinky mess.
She also has to tolerate my quirks. One of which I was reminded of in an email from Pete Turner, yes that Pete Turner, host of The Break It Down Show. In addition to talking and recording interesting people all around the world, and editing and producing PodCasts, Pete is in the midst of an Album Fight (concept discussed previously: click here) pet project. Mix-tapes submitted by fans and listeners face off against one another in a bracketed tournament until one true champion is crowned. His email was a request to listen to a matchup and give him a quick score to use in some secret background analysis.
The first song on the first mix-tape was one I know well, very well. My favorite band. Not just my favorite band, but a song off my favorite album by my favorite band. Aerosmith. Love in An Elevator. Now, you’re probably wondering, and maybe slightly fearful, what is it that Christine has to tolerate about Love in An Elevator? I will tell you to get your dirty filthy minds out of the gutter. This is my life, not a porn set. And in my life I am a product of the MTV Generation, the one where MTV played music videos. I have seen the video for Love In An Elevator no less that eleventy-three bagillion times, and listened to the album version on Pump at least that many times. Both the video and the album track start with a little vignette. The elevator doors open, the female operator announces, “Second Floor hardware, children’s wear, ladies lingerie. Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler. Going down?”
Which brings me to my quirk. When I’m in an elevator, and that elevator stops on the second floor, I must say that line. If there are children present I can manage to leave off the “Going down?” but other than that, every single time it happens. We have been together for over twenty years, that is a lot of elevator rides, and she has never, NEVER tried to get me to stop this. If that is not an example of true love I do not know what is.
Speaking of true love and album fights you might be wondering why I’m not an official judge for these fights. Well, it’s because I have submitted a mix-tape. The theme for this mix-tape battle is “Love”, and the mix-masters were free to choose their own sub-theme. When I think of love I think of my wife first, so I made a mix-tape of ten songs that have been a part of our relationship. It contains some of the first songs we danced to when we started dating, the first dance song from our wedding, some songs that I have heard over the years and sent to her because I wanted her to hear them, and the song from which I made her personalized ringtone on my phone.
One thing that Christine struggles to tolerate in my music. I very rarely have free reign to choose what we listen to, and even when I do I have to proceed knowing that it can get revoked at any time. So when I played her mix for her for the first time I was a little worried. We were stuck in traffic somewhere between Pasadena and Claremont on the Tuesday of Thanksgiving week. She loved it. She loved it so much we listened twice. She loved it so much we played it again at her parents house. She loved it so much she asked me to make her a copy for her phone so she can listen to it whenever she wants.
My mixtape will step into the ring for the first time in the next week or so. I don’t know how the fight will turn out, but I do know that I’ve already won.