Hubby mentioned, in the car last night, that some dj actually asked who was better: Hendrix, or Clapton?
"Can you believe it? There's no question!"
Except, of course, he did not realize that he was sitting next to someone who is on the other side of the fence, and has been quietly keeping her opinion to herself for more than 2 decades.
Dear God, how do a Clapton fan and a Hendrix fan end up married? To each other? The tragedy of it all...
Oh, and can any of you guess which one of us is which?
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My initial reaction was that you're the Clapton fan and he's the Hendrix fan.
However, my final answer is the reverse. You're the Hendrix fan and he's the Clapton fan.
Obviously I have applied the scientific method of random guessing here.
Well, see, you should trust your gut. Because I am a total Clapton junkie. Aside from "tears in heaven", which I never liked, I love all things Clapton.
And my husband has loved Hendrix since he was a boy. With a passionate intensity only a musician can muster.
I tell him, "Since you're a musician, I'll defer to your judgement, but I'd much rather listen to Eric Clapton."
I think he's a little disappointed :)
I was just coming here to post that you are the Clapton fan! I knew it!
Do you all need to talk to your pastor about being unequally yoked?
Andrea
Pastor, bartender, one of those.
Bartender. Definitely bartender
I say why compare apples to oranges in the first place! Honestly...
:-) :-) :-)
I think there is just no room in the universe for people who do not worship at The Altar of Jimi. And here I am, heathen.
man, my instincts are proving to be right right like crazy over here (you being a Clapton fan, the murderer being a weirdo, etc.)...
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