Some things just define irony. Some of these things are happy, some are aggravating. I was synching my mp3 player (I’ve got the 15 gig Dell Juke box) when this happened: Band: Grateful Dead. Song: Friend of the Devil. Song track number? 666

That would have made me laugh out loud.

Tee-hee! I'm still laughing about it! Before Spudboy was born, I worked for the Navy as a data entry clerk, and we would pay different music to try to alleviate the mind numbing bordom. I was really excited about an upcoming Dead show, especially since Carlos Santana and his boys were the opening act for Gerry and his boys!

(For those of us not steeped in Dead culture, The Grateful Dead didn't have opening bands, they would just come out, play for hours on end, and then the show would be over. In probably 1988 they had several opening bands, bands like Santana and Bob Dylan)

Anyway! all the women in my office had decided that they didn't like the Dead, didn't like "Acid rock" even though none of them had actually heard the Dead play. So, being the person who pushes boundries, I brough in several of their tapes and played them all afternoon. My co-workers loved the music, but of course, what's not to love? They pestered me to tell them the name of the band, but I wouldn't tell them unless they gave their honest opinion of the music.

When I told them who it was, several were very annoyed with me because they felt "tricked." If I'd been upfront with them, they wouldn't have let me play the music because they already had their assumptions about what the music sounded like.

Just goes to show that the old saying ..... Don't knock it till youv'e tried it...... still holds to its meaning!!!!