My Extremely Beloved's guilty secret is that she listens to Top 40 radio every chance she gets -- you know, boom WHACK boom boom WHACK. She has little or no interest in cowboy, traditional, or modern folk music. Except when I play it. She'll listen to me do other people's songs for hours but couldn't be bothered to spend five minutes listening to the originals. Better than the other way around, I s'pose. The only people I can think of off the top of my head that we listen to together are Dire Straits, Chris Spheeris, and Vivaldi. Would I trade her for someone who likes all the music I like? Nuh-uh, no way, never. This here's one cowboy who knows when he's well off.