Posts Tagged ‘Songs’

So Now I’ve Got A Pretty Good Idea What They Were Singing

August 30, 2019

And because I need one, on an even lighter note, yesterday in a fit of nostalgia I listened to “Li’l Red Riding Hood,” and was amused when someone commented they remembered hearing a group of kids singing a very raunchy variation of the song.  For a moment I wondered how they could have made it raunchy, much less “very” raunchy, then I listened with fresh ears to some of the lyrics again:

“What big eyes you have.  The kind of eyes that drives wolves mad,” and “What a big heart I have.  The better to love you with,” particularly stood out.

I’ll Probably Still Be At Least Humming It Tomorrow As Well

April 15, 2019

This morning:  Went over the Preamble to the Constitution with my son.

By afternoon:  Realized I had already sung the damn song easily a dozen times.

And If You’ve Only Just Now Gotten That Song Out Of Your Head, You’re Welcome

November 12, 2018

This is the work that never ends; yes, it goes on and on my friends . . .

I’m Pretty Sure I Played It Every Shift Too

June 5, 2018

When I was in college I spent one semester as a college radio DJ because . . . I wanted to say I was a DJ in college.

It’s not like I learned absolutely nothing from the experience though; I did learn that when you needed time to do something else, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida was the song to play.

I Still Sing This To Myself . . . Particularly On Days Like Today

April 9, 2018

To hope against hope there’s an end to the rope.  The answer is . . . nope!  Illusion!

– The Guru, Marco Polo Junior

Busy Waiting. I’ll Let You Know As Soon As *I* Know Something

February 22, 2016

The waiting is the hardest part.
Every day you get one more yard.
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart.
The waiting is the hardest part.

“The Waiting” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Days Like This I WISH My Schedule Was Only 9 to 5

October 13, 2015

Tumble outta bed, and I stumble to the kitchen.
Pour myself a cup of ambition,
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life.

9 to 5 by Dolly Parton

A Classic Mistake Revisited

December 16, 2013

The other day I overheard someone listening to some music, and the music was low enough that I couldn’t quite place what they were listening to, but it sounded familiar.  Since I knew this person, I asked her what the song was, because something about it vaguely reminded me of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.

She “favored” me with one of those looks that she herself is probably a good five to ten years away from ever seeing directed her way by someone younger (but she will someday, oh yes, she will), and said, “It’s Christina Aguilera . . . obviously!”

“Obvious to you, maybe,” I chuckled.  “But to me, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, is the obvious one.”

(I didn’t have the heart to tell her that once she named the singer, I did happen to  recognize the song as Candyman, and that meant she was considering a pop song more than five years old as “obviously” recognizable.  In this day and age, she’s got a rude shock ahead of her, and it might not even take five years to reach her.)

Who Waits Forever Anyway? (Follow-up)

October 10, 2013

And just in case anyone was concerned, I want to stress that no damage was done to any of my relationships because of this conversation.

Well . . . okay, maybe there was a little bit of damage.

If I don’t stop constantly singing/humming “Who Wants To Live Forever” under my breath pretty soon, I am going to get smacked.

Don’t Laugh TOO Much. This Happens Sooner Than You’d Think.

October 24, 2012

Yesterday I told someone that as weird as it was to reach the point in one’s life where one was watching other people grow up, the weirdness didn’t really start until one reached the “other people sure are getting old” point.

Though now that I think about it, the point where one starts hearing one’s favorite songs on the radio being called “classics” is a close second.