And no, I don't mean in an erotic way.
He really likes music....at least he likes the music he likes. He's a genius when it comes to old, old, OLD country music. He can hear just a couple of bars of a song and tell me the name of the artist and the song immediately.
But if he doesn't like it, he won't tolerate it. He's a button-pusher in the car. He particularly doesn't like the female "country" singers of today because they, in his opinion, do nothing but scream. There are times I have to agree with him.
Unless he's at a live sporting event, he refuses to listen to the national anthem. (The only exception is when Billy Joel sings the national anthem at the Super Bowl, when I put my foot down. Did you know that Billy Joel is the only person ever to have sung the national anthem at TWO Super Bowls? Just thought I'd throw that in there.)
He's not un-American or anything. He just hates it when the singer drags it out for fifteen or twenty minutes and adds in notes that don't belong there. I have to agree with him on that one.
The other exception is if the national anthem is being played by a solitary trumpet or is being sung by a young child. Or perhaps a group of children. He's a sucker for children. He doesn't want any more children; he just adores them. And they adore him.
Tonight I was getting dinner ready just before the Pittsburgh-Baltimore game kicked off, and I heard the stadium announcer ask the audience to please rise for Martina McBride to honor America blah blah blah blah.
I heard Hubby from the living room, "No, no, no, no, no, no, not on my television, not in this lifetime" and I had to laugh. Not only was it the national anthem, but it was being performed by one of his least favorite "screamers." When I begged him to turn it back on after a sufficient length of time, he bet me two dollars she was still dragging it out. (They were in a commercial break and he owes me two dollars now.)
The picture below is one of my favorites. We were at the racetrack in Charlotte (if I do go to Hell, my punishment is going to be watching NASCAR endlessly), and Hubby couldn't stand the noise. He put his fingers in his ears. The race hadn't started yet; the American Idol folks were singing. He would never sit down during the national anthem, nor would he keep his cap on. He may hate some singing, but he's not completely uncouth.
I wish you could see all of his legs. Those are the sexiest man legs I've ever known.