My husband nags me A LOT about not liking Bob Seeger. It's apparently some sort of rock and roll sin. Who knew? The thing is that I want to like Bob Seeger. I really, really do. It's the kind of music I like and I find his voice to be listenable. (I mention this because I likewise want to like Bob Dylan and I really, really like his songs, but his voice makes me want to scream. Same with Kris Kristopherson.) I like the words to his songs and the melodies and I even find myself humming them sometimes.
However, whenever he pops in his Bob Seeger CD collection (he may only have one, I need to confess) my head feels like popping off my shoulders and rolling under the carpet for protection. It's just like I'm sick of it. Except I haven't listened to it in months, perhaps years. It's like that every time. He could put it away for 20 years, get it out and I'd scream bloody murder and start singing Counting Crows tunes at the top of my lungs.
You see, my mom used to have this car. It was big and gray and I think it was a station wagon. The power steering was bad and when it turned it made this sound like pigs being slaughtered. This was when I was in middle school and my most vulnerable socially. She was very good to me about because she knew it embarassed me and all, so she would stop and put in fluid when she could (which made the noise go away for about 10 minutes). My mommy loved me and tried really, really hard.
In addition to the pig squealling noise, though, this car had a radio that didn't quite work right and an 8-track tape deck. Just so you know, this was the early 90's. Not an 8-track in sight.
My mom, went looking for her 8-track collection and came up with 2. Bob Seeger and Bob Seeger. They were the same tape. Live somewhere or something. So, that was the only thing we could listen to in the car. The whole time I was growing up, I don't remember a single moment in the car without radio on unless mom thought something might explode. (My darling dearest daughter HATES the radio being on in the car. Where did that come from, I ask you and when, exactly will she grow out of it?
So, it was all Bob Seeger all the time. And this is the result. I feel a total Seeger aversion. All the time.
Thankfully, that car only lasted so long and then we got a car with a real tape deck and mom bought the single to "Once bitten, Twice Shy" by Great White. And, boy, was I cool cranking that with my mom and the windows down.
Those were the days.