That’s right. I went there.

I get teased, mercilessly, in my office for my choice in music selection. If I happen to visit LAUNCHcast, I favor Adult Alternative or Big Hits of the 80’s. While I think my co-workers believe I may have stumbled on these stations by accident, their assumptions are quickly put to rest when I whip out my iPod and have the audacity to play this same type of music as part of my collective playlists.

I am not a fan of the iTunes store. The prices are reasonable, I can’t deny. But I have such a CD collection already, I would rather convert what I have to mp3 files. Being married to someone with three times the CD collection makes for a very messy library of various plastic jewels and pocketed vinyl books, but is a marriage of musical heaven. So whatever I don’t have, BFam is more than willing to supply. Especially because, when he married me, I put that as a byline in our marriage license and life insurance policy so, unless he wants to go to court, he’d better fork it over.

What the two of us lacked to own between our vast abundance was Kenny Loggins. Preferably this album. And I searched high and low for this, the album of legends. Nothing. I was almost certain iTunes wouldn’t have my old, bearded friend. Then, in my search, there he was sitting nicely with a $16 price tag in the iTunes store. CURSE YOU, STEVE JOBS AND APPLE WITH YOUR SLEEK DESIGN AND BEAUTIFUL OS! Wait, I didn’t mean that. Don’t leave. OK, I’m sorry.

Now, I can get my husband to listen to a lot of things. From time to time, he comes up with a few gems of his own, like this one. But he draws the line somewhere, and Kenny Loggins has his kicked off Sunday shoes right on the edge of that line. Maybe I have a thing for brunettes. Maybe I have a thing for men with really big mustaches and beards. So what?! Kenny speaks to me.

Nevermind the fact that my co-workers now call me a White, 16-year-old girl trapped in 1983. SO. WHAT?! Now excuse me while I get loose. Footloose.