I Don't Want None, Unless You Got Buns, Hun!

Have you ever paused for a second and realized your inner voice has been singing some random song, like, all day?  Last Monday my friend Amy's brain was singing Cherish the Love.  She left a message telling me about it and then of course my brain started to sing it, too.

In most instances, the song looping through my mind pertains to what is actually going on that day, which I find neat.  I think it's fascinating that my subconscious can musically pick up on my mood.  Kind of like my brain is playing dj.  Sometimes, of course, I have no rational explanation as to where a song on my inner playlist is emanating from.  At times this can be downright disturbing.

This morning at 7:53am, I found myself pressed against the filthy doors of the 6 train (this, of course, the better alternative to being pressed against a filthy stranger on the 6 train) when I realized my inner voice was buoyantly belting out I like Big Butts.  (And I cannot lie.)  Truly, I was already to the second verse.  Hey, how did that get in there?  Now, I don't by any means have a problem with big butts, but nor do I have a particular affinity to them.  In general, I remain pretty neutral. 

I decided to perform a little experiment.  I would pay attention to my inner soundtrack and see what comes up.  Hopefully it wouldn't be too mental.

9am:  Fergie.  Big Girls Don't Cry.  My co-worker's ipod was a touch too loud, apparently.  (He likes the Fergie.)

9:20am:  Theme song from The Nanny.  "She was workin' in a barber shop in Flushing, Queens..."  (This song is agony, pure agony.)

12:20pm:  I Ain't Too Proud to Beg, No!  I have no idea where this one came from, although I was extremely hungry at the time.  Perhaps my inner child was begging for her lunch break?  I was also in the middle of trying to learn a boring Excel task from a woman who loves to hear herself talk about her many romances, or lack thereof.  Maybe she's the one who ain't too proud to beg, no?  (My subconscious is a bitch when it hasn't been fed.)

2:15pm: Danger, do the smoke detector!  Rilo Kiley.  I fear I possess not the fortitude nor the will to stop myself from singing this catchy song.  Truly, if this persists I may need a musical intervention. 

Sometimes the melody in my head bursts forth onto the scene at the most inopportune of moments.  Like the other day in the elevator when I absent mindedly started to mumble: they tried to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, no...

And naturally, the elevator doors opened onto my boss.  And why wouldn't they?  Why shouldn't I be singing songs about rehab in front of my workplace superiors?  Ah, awkward. 

Happy Wednesday!

xoxo

Comments

[Amy]

"I Like Big Butts" might just be my favorite song of all time. So I thank you...now I will head off to work singing those fine lyrics. I may even have the students create a pantomime to go along with them!

[Weinerdog]

I've had Goldfinger stuck in my head all week!

I even tried to get rid of it by listening to Les Miz while putting together presentations.

It didn't work!

....He's the man the man with the Midas touch, Mista Gold fin gah !

[Sissy]

I usually keep the same song in my head all day. Why do you keep changing songs? It is concerning. Maybe Leah has done something to your brain.

Actually, I sing the Leah song more often than I care to admit.

[The Odd Broad]

-Amy, please, please, please make the children sing I like big butts!

-Weenie, if Les Miz can't get Shirley Bassie outta your head, nothing will I fear. Gold Fingah...da da daa daa daa daaaah... or maybe, Will you join in our crusade??!! Oh dear. Those songs are way too catchy.

-Sister, my songs change all the time. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I should speak to someone about this? It's Le-ee-ah!