Trading iPods

This is what happens when an almost 40 and a barely 30 switch iPod shuffles (yup, the ones that give you no idea what you are listening to) for a couple days. Here’s a taste. See if you can guess who is who.

Dave: Next song is about a two-headed boy. I have no clue. Very depressing. Just heard something about an accordion and a needle. The singer is yelling at me now. Not sure I'm following this. Does the two-headed boy play accordion? Bam! There we go again - another reference to being naked. Third one today. I think the two-headed accordion player is naked now. Brian, is there anything you want to talk about?

Brian: KT Tunstall. "Suddenly I See": This music is like furniture: functional, attractive and unobtrusive in the background. It utterly fails to engage or challenge the listener.

"Better Together." More Jack Johnson. What's up with you and this guy? "Broken." JJ yet again. Is this on continuous or shuffle? "Wrong Turn." Again, JJ. Is this all you listen to? This is music to dust your bookshelves to. This sounds like the acoustic output from other artists that I hate, like Dave Matthews, David Gray or John Mayer, but with a bottle of white wine and a Rohypnol in it. It's the blandest, least-offensive soccer-mom music ever. It should run for president.