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Tiesto, Deadmau5 and connecting over music :) Blog marathon post 21


Today I had a really interesting conversation on my Blackberry messenger. Let me copy paste a part of it it here.
I am only changing the name of the person I conversed with and naming him TS. (He  does not mind me sharing this conversation. I checked with him before posting it here)

He had asked me to listen to  Tiesto maximal crazy--something which I had never heard before. Even the name was new. If you haven't heard it too, here is the  video:






Preeti Shenoy: U in the car?
TS: Ya
Preeti Shenoy: Ok
TS: Liked tiesto?
Preeti Shenoy: Ya baby!!!
TS: He is awesome, one of the worlds best DJ
TS: Genre; trance and house and stuff
Preeti Shenoy: Its lovely. I like!!
Preeti Shenoy: We need to put on giant speakers
TS: I know. B-)
TS: Init?
Preeti Shenoy: And sit there and shake our heads
Preeti Shenoy: B-)
TS: Like a boss
Preeti Shenoy: :)
TS: Wuu2
Preeti Shenoy: U should also listen to deadmau5
TS: I know deadmau
TS:  and  I need to de-stress. My head hurts.
Preeti Shenoy: Which one do u like of deadmau
TS: He. Is. A. Dj. He has no albums does he?
Preeti Shenoy: Strobe
Preeti Shenoy: Sometimes things
Preeti Shenoy: Raise ur weapon
Preeti Shenoy: Faxing berlin
TS: Is that an album?
Preeti Shenoy: B-)
Preeti Shenoy: Songs
TS: What is it?
Preeti Shenoy: Ghosts n stuff
Preeti Shenoy: All these are his music
TS: Ya, Rob swire is in it. B-)
Preeti Shenoy: (y) right on!!
Preeti Shenoy: *takes a bow*
Preeti Shenoy: :)
TS: I like ghosts and stuff. Have you heard skrillex?
Preeti Shenoy: Nopes
TS: And I could tell you the albums and songs with the help of my friend Internet  ;-)
:-)
Preeti Shenoy: Hahahahaha'

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 Can you guess who TS is? :)
He is my Teenage Son! :) 

He does drive me crazy at times , but today was one of the awesome days when we connected over music.

Ah, the indescribable experience of being a mother to a teenager! :)
Today, I am  definitely loving it :)
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Comments

  1. haha!! how cute! :-)

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  2. Ronak: thanks!

    Sunaina: heh heh. yeah!!

    Soul mind body: thanks :)

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