Praying in synagogue, for the hubster's sake

I vastly prefer davvening (praying) the Sabbath Evening Service at home, so that I can pray at my own (snail's) pace and sing whatever parts of the pre-HaMaariv-Aravim-blessing service strike my fancy with whatever tunes I choose. On a typical Friday night, I might sing melodies by such diverse songwriters/groups as Shlomo Carlebach, Shlock Rock and/or Lenny Solomon (its leader), Beat'achon (they have a gorgeous L'cha Dodi, though I sing only the first verse, 'cause it's a long song, and davven the rest), Mark Skier (aka blogger PT) , Diaspora Yeshiva Band, Cantor Charles Osborne (a tune I remember from my years as a synagogue-choir alto), and the most famous Jewish songwriter of all, "Unknown."

As I've written previously, my husband, though better educated Jewishly, came from a completely non-observant family, and, as a result, became far more synagogue-oriented than home-observance oriented. It finally dawned on me that my current preference for davvening Kabbalat Shabbat (praying the Sabbath Evening Service) at home was actually discouraging my husband from davvening Kabbalat Shabbat because he has no interest whatsoever in praying at home. So I promised him that I would go to shul with him on a Friday night at least once a month. I don't appreciate the speed-davvening, but I do appreciate my husband, and want him to be a prayer participant, not just an onlooker.