Music: Venus and Her Tastes

My daughter was a teenager. Try as I might, I just didn’t like the music she was listening to in the era. I thought I could and should love whatever (and whoever) my kids loved but as it turned out, I couldn’t manage. The truth came out instead.

We were in the car with her music baring. “What don’t you like about him?” she asked. She had a spectacular crush on the band’s lead singer.

“Well honey I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I just think he’s tiresome.”

“Tiresome? You think he’s tiresome?” She was shocked but curious. Your basic Plutonian Gemini.

“Yes, he bores me. And I am sorry to say that. I mean to like him and I try to like him but I’m just bored by him.”

“Why bored?”

“Well what’s he do? All he does is go on and on about how bad his parents are and I don’t know,” I said, chuckling. “I think that’s boring. It does not interest me after a point. I want to know what you’re going to do. I want to know who you are. I don’t want to hear yet another dramatic way to say, I am mad at my parents. Good God. Song after song after song. Blah, blah. Can you see how that could be boring? I am bored to tears with that.”

“I could talk about that subject all day and all night,” she said.

“How bad your parents are?”

“Yeah.”

“Well go ahead. There are others out there who want to do the same thing but I’m not one of them. In fact I’d rather do anything but.”

“We have different tastes?”

“We have different tastes. And I am sorry. I will try to like your next crush, okay? I swear I will. I wish I liked this one but I do not. However, I understand you do and I understand why and it’s fine with me. I got you the black makeup didn’t I? Do what you want; I am glad you are moved by the music.”

She has Venus/Pluto I have Venus/Neptune. No wonder…

Is there music that bores you? Where is your Venus?