One man's cheese

So there's this guy staying with my wife and me who is coming from the Canary Islands to see Whitesnake. I know that I'm getting a little ahead of myself, I know that the last entry was over a year ago and mentioned a Danish woman, who's not my wife by the way. I realize that there are a thousand million details (a billion?) that have passed between that entry and this one, but the most important thing is the guy flying 3 hrs and paying a couple hundred Euros to see Whitesnake. When my wife told me I laughed out loud, she looked at me a little as if I has laughed at old man in the street, "What's so funny?" I think I need an American to see the humor, my wife is Canarian also. They all have this interesting, broad musical taste-- all the Canarians, not necessarily all the Spanish folks. There is often in most music collections a strand of what most Americans might call "cheese" (me at least) which they take as seriously as what I like to call real music. My wife is no exception. She has great afro-cuban, middle eastern, african, brasilian, and european jazz that I've never heard, but she also has this painfully cheesy music that she loves and that makes me cringe. It also makes me think, if you have all that great music, why go back to this shit again. I never say it out loud. I like being married. It's just one of the little cultural hmnh?s that make for good philosophical fodder for biking by the beach. But seriously, dude is coming from the Canarys to see Whitesnake.