It’s funny how much we demand from our closest friends. Every Monday night my friends and roomies get together to play poker. It’s one of the two highlights in my week. Cards on Monday, and dirtbiking on Sunday.
We don’t play for big stakes, usually twenty bucks a night. Most of us have been playing together for so long now that we all know each others tells and habits. One crucial element for a good game is the soundtrack.
Wayne-O has an awesome Bose iPod dock that he’ll bring to our games. It’s a matter of pride to have your playlist chosen to play during the game. Lately Wayne-O has been stepping up his game and brings some big tunes for our enjoyment. Or so I thought. Another friend who usually drives over with Wayne is Adam. Adam spins dancehall and reggae weekly. He is an imposing figure to play music for. He has all of the good stuff, he knows his craft. And heavy is the head that wears the crown. While Adam used to rule the roost with his iPod classic, the rest of us have been trying to step up and represent what we can bring to the table, so to speak. It’s often the occasion that Wayne-O will get reprimanded for skipping a good track, or playing it too softly, or even playing it at all.
Sometimes I feel for Wayne-O, but little do they know that I’ve been quietly making my poker playlist. It’s a crafty blend of roots reggae, 90′s music, and some mellow jazz that I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to turn my friends onto. It’s funny to see the reactions of my friends, but it’s usually the case that you can’t please everyone. I’m shooting for a 100% positive response for this new one. Stay tuned.
