Backseat DJ

In order to play music from my phone through the car speakers, I have to plug it into the USB port. Last week, my USB died, so I had to get a new one. I decided to get one that was longer, so Troy could control the phone from the backseat. With the old cable, he’d just whine and complain about my song choices or offer suggestions that were expected to be followed. This way, I can hand him the phone and let him choose. He’s become like a backseat DJ, and I have to say that sometimes he ventures off into interesting and questionable music choices. Today, we were running through popular Disney songs as Death Metal covers. But Troy appreciates contributing to the car ride home, and it keeps him entertained.