This post has been a long time coming.
♫ It’s been a long time (a long time). We shouldn’t of left you (left you) without a dope beat to step to. ♫
I’m bagging the whole food and fitness theme today to get in touch with one of my other lovers. I totally said lovers in the naughty voice too; you know the one I’m talking about.
Oh yes, today we’re going to delve back into the magical place (alright fine, the strange place) that is my mind. There’s a whole lot going on up there; usually all at once, but in addition to my self-diagnosed ADD, or perhaps it’s a major contributor, there is the musical numbers. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, there are songs on repeat play all day long.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I can’t clearly recall many childhood memories. I do however remember the minutia surrounding them: television jingles, campfire songs, creating dance numbers to Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer, performing in a talent show to Milli Vanilli’s Blame It On The Rain (before they were outed, obviously), or the special code for Contra which gave you an 99 extra lives, not to be confused with Jay-Z’s 99 problems. ♫ I feel bad for you son. I got 99 problems, but the [girl] ain’t one. ♫ Whatever the memory, it’s always accompanied by music; lots and lots of music.
It’s a wonder I didn’t choose a career path in the theater… well except for the small fact I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life, which doesn’t stop me from belting it out. Neither does actually knowing lyrics.
Speaking of lyrics, there’s often bits and pieces floating around up there, triggered by a word, a phrase, a thought, a sentence; although there are a select few songs, where I know all the words by heart. For example, I can nail Part of Your World better than the Little Mermaid (♫ I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a plenty ♫). I’ve also got Snoop Dog’s, back when he was still called Snoop Dog, Lodi Dodi down pat because ♫ we love to party. We don’t cause trouble. We don’t bother nobody. ♫ Yep, I can rap too. Better recognize.
So in honor of my strange mental musings and my equally strange love of music, I’m joining Amanda’s Thinking Out Loud and Arman’s Spill It Sunday parties, where we talk about our favorite tunes. Instead of playing by Arman’s rules (♫ She’s a rebel, She’s a rebel ♫ according to Green Day, anyway), I thought I’d share some of the songs I’ve played on the blog and what they mean to me. Besides, there’s no way I could pick a favorite. I can’t even narrow it down to a genre, which is no surprise since my musical tastes are about as far-reaching and wide-ranging as they come. “I dig it the most,” she says in her best Elvis impersonation.
And away we go. (Click on the song and you’ll be taken to the post where it was played).
- Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard: this song makes me want to grab a chair and dance inappropriately on it, over it and under it.
- This or That by Black Sheep: ♫ Engine, Engine, Number Nine. On the New York Transit Line. If my train falls off the track. Pick It Up. Pick It Up. PICK IT UP! ♫ That is all I have to say about that.
- Let Me See That Booty Bounce and Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot: these require no explantation.
- Halloween (Original) Theme Music: yes from the Michael Meyers movies; clearly I have issues.
- Gangsta Trippin by Fatboy Slim (talk about contradictions right there) and Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol: these songs make me want to get out of my chair and dance with complete, total and utter abandonment; the therapeutic flailing arms, where somebody could get injured, kind of dancing.
- Homeward Bound by Simon & Garfunkle: this song makes me cry. I have no explanation for it, but there are a couple of things which will make me shed big crocodile tears for no apparent reason. I can go from happy as a lark to weeping in a matter of seconds; again with the issues.
- You Sexy Thang (I Believe in Miracles) by Hot Chocolate, Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke, ABC by The Jackson Five, Good Day by Nappy Roots, Everyday by Buddy Holly : these songs make me smile, plain and simple. I can’t hear them and not grin from ear to ear.
- Thunderstruck by ACDC: this song makes me want to go out and kick some ass or get extra creative in the kitchen. It was the inspiration for my beet juice mimosas. ACDC would be proud.
- Carmina Burana by Carl Orff: because what better way to serenade grilled cheese than with classical music.
- Basshunter by Boten Anna (Instrumental version): this song makes me want to get up and get running, bad arthritic knees and all. It also reminds me of my girl, Liz, who’s trying to stay warm in Fargo. A beet juice mimosa might help.
- Another One Bites The Dust, We Are The Champions, Under Pressure, and Bohemian Rhapsody all by Queen: apparently I’m obsessed with Queen. I had no idea.
There were others of course, but if I ever want this post to end, I’m afraid I have to bring it to a close. Instead of the required selfie for Arman’s link up, I thought I’d go a step further and share a family video instead. I’m on the couch in the back, and I’m pretty sure I was twerking, long before it became a thing. Miley Cyrus owes it all to me. I expect to be thanked in her next speech, right after God, but before Billy.
Do you have song lyrics trapped in your mind too? What are some of the songs you love and why?