You Might Think It’s Foolish
A guilty admission: every time I discover new music, I smile that my future ex husband probably hasn’t heard of it. And likely never will. Really, for someone who called himself a musician, he didn’t know half of the music that I did. I mean, I got him into Hank Williams. Hank Williams! Senior! Forget the cheating on me while I had cancer thing, he shouldn’t show his face in public for being a music study at Berklee and not being familiar with Hank. What an embarrassment.