Tag Lies

At work, I’m allowed to play my MP3 player, as long as it’s “work-safe.”

I’m starting to learn, though, that I can’t always trust my instincts. Or my memories. Or my musical tags.

The other day, I figured I’d play through my Devo collection. That oughta be nice and harmless, right?

Silly me. I had forgotten about “I Need A Chick.”

That was worse than the time I put on Jimmy Buffett, and a woman walked in with her small children just as “Why Don’t We Get Drunk And Screw” started up.

But recently, I dodged the biggest bullet of all.

My boss is a bit of a country fan (how bad is he? Well, last week he asked “Jay, what in hell are we listening to?” and I had to tell him about “Bohemian Rhapsody.” But I digress…), so I went to the “genre” setting and fired up “Contemporary Country.”

And we were promptly serenaded with the musical stylings of one David Allan Coe.

I don’t think I’ve ever moved that fast at work…

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