The music I listened to when I was dating Darcy was community music.  It was enjoyed by everyone in the Posse.  Dave and Brandi tried to hold the monopoly on The Sundays, but I broke rank and copied that CD (to cassette because I was poor) and then eventually bought my own.  Soho.  Nine Inch Nails.  Public Enemy.  See how my original thought process didn't seem to make much sense, but even when my brain is everywhere it's right here.
 
Darcy and I did have one CD that I wooed her with: Bob James and David Sanborn.  It was my dad's album.  Basically saxophone heavy jazz for sex.  The last song on the CD was "Since I Fell For You" by Al Jarreau.  That's one song I continued to whore out to all of my girls after Darcy (except maybe Tosca).  I miss that CD, but I'm sure I wouldn't want to listen to "Maputo".  I mean, that was our bow-chicka-bow-bow CD.  Man, Darcy, if you read this, and you own that CD, don't you ever let your husband know I said that.  Especially if you still use it, which is totally okay with me.
 
Tosca and I didn't really listen to a specific artist.  I just played the oldies in my car whenever we were out.  I think the only band we ever saw in concert was They Might Be Giants.  But I didn't own any of their CDs and I'm sure, if anything, Tosca probably still had a cassette tape of them.  I do own a couple of Giants CDs now, but I never listen to them.

After all that's been said and done over the years, the reconciliations with the exes, the getting over the agonies, the crumbling destruction of a relationship on shaky foundation, I find it harder to listen to these artists than i do talking on the phone with Amy or Summer, which I do.  That said, I can't really say my phone skills are worth a damn to anyone anyway, which is why I blog everything.
 
So how does that work in the grand scheme of divorce or break-up?  If you get the CD you get the custody of the artist?  It's funny to me how music imprints itself on you.  I still listen to Dave Matthews, Nine Inch Nails (old stuff), Sister Hazel, and for the most part, there is always some sense of sentimental loss when I do, just not enough for me to stop listening.  I certainly boycott certain songs.  This is not fair.
  
I'm not complaining.  I'm really just remarking on how strange it is that music doesn't feel like it's an important part of my life.  I'm not up on too many of the new artists/bands out there.  I occasionally hear a song I enjoy, but I rarely buy a CD for it nor do I purchase the single nor do i pirate it off the internet.  Yet, it holds this power of recollection over me.  The right song at the right time puts everything into perspective.  You know what I'm talking about.  You skip it because it reminds you of someone.  Some thing.  Some time.  Or it just plain sucks. 
 
I got Bain Mattox in the divorce from Summer.  This I know for sure.  No way she owns any of his CDs, and there's no way I'm giving him up to the next woman in my life.  No way, she might know that he sings some song I want played at my funeral, but if the current trend continues, she'll have left by then.
 
Butch Walker, He's another one I got.  She won't get him either.  I met him through a girl I knew.  She and I don't talk too much.  I email her once a year to discuss Butch Walker.  Last time we talked I emailed her for a replacement CD of his acoustic concert on the Live from Budoken DVD (highly recommended).  He's impressive enough to share with other women, but when it comes to giving them to the relationship.  Never.  He's mine to share, but not to commit.
 
So why is it easier to split up the DVD collection, friends, and furniture?  Music is another beast altogether.  Just because you get the CD in "The Move" doesn't mean shit if you can't bring yourself to listen to it, unless you took it because you're an asshole.  In the meantime, you'd better start eyeballing your CDs now.  Plan ahead.  One day, they will dump you.