Ferfberger
It’s funny-made-up-word Tuesday! I love words that are FUN to say. You know, words with ZAZ. (By the way we went to see Dethklok the other night and that shit ROCKED! Moreonthatlater) As I was saying, ZAZZY words. I love saying funny names like Boutros Boutros-Ghali and Genevieve Bujold. Of course, the short funny words like poop! (the exclamation point must be there for me to hear it right in my head) and wombat are always flying around in my head. It’s natural that this kind of mental debris will eventually collide in my addled brain, and newer, sometimes funnier words will be created! For some reason, this happens mostly on Tuesdays. I love Tuesdays!
iTunes is a dangerous thing. I’ve discovered that I spend a truckload of cash each month buying one-off songs that get stuck in my head. Then I listen to the song repeatedly until I don’t neeeeeed it anymore. Of course, that leaves me with a hard drive full of one-off songs that nobody else wants to hear – today, for instance, it’s that “Dance With Me” song by Orleans. My mind has definitely been tuned to 70s-80s AM radio lately, and it’s driving me batshit. This month alone I’ve bought “Can We Still Be Friends” by Todd Rundgren, which was in my head for weeks after Patterson had a Todd Rundgren-a-thon in the studio; “Kodachrome”, since Bo played Chevy Chase to someone else’s (I was drunk and can’t remember) Paul Simon on Halloween; and the everpresent “Into the Night” by Benny Mardones. You know it. Come on. “She’s just sixteen years old… leave her alone, they said… Separated by fools who don’t know what love iiiiis yeeeeet… and I want you to knooo-oooow – If I could fly, I’d pick you up, I’d take you into the night and show you a love like you’ve neeeever seen… eeeeever seeeen yeehyeaaaaah!” Pervert. I love that fucking song though. And I hate it at the same exact time.
What in the hell – I wasn’t even sexually active yet when those songs were popular; no reason for them to be scalded into my brain. Is there some unknown time-travelling AM station broadcasting through one of my fillings? How is this happening??
In order to drive some of it out, and because I thought it was awesome, we went to see Dethklok live. A cartoon band brought to life by it’s ultra-talented creator, Brendon Small. It was truly awesome. First show I’ve been to in YEARS where there was a mosh pit. The videos they showed of the cartoon Dethklok, while the real musicians playing were in semi-darkness, were hilarious. The real musicians – well they fucking BROUGHT IT. I was ten seconds away from hitting that mosh pit myself, several times. Then I remembered the last time, when I got kicked in the crotch so hard it made me throw up (and I am all girl, so figure that one out) and Marilyn Manson pointed and laughed at me. I got some puke on his monitor, though. I’m good at getting puke on things that piss me off.
December 19, 2007 at 2:12 pm
well, you puked on Hickey, so yeah, I guess you are. I feel ya with the music, I’ve been listening to Wu Tang and Nate Dog and Warren G, go figure, and Eric B and Rakim. what the deuce???
December 19, 2007 at 6:55 pm
I have that Orleans song and that “Into the Night” song on meh iPod as well. In fact, when that whole Napster thing was just starting to go south (the first time), I found another website and downloaded enough 70s tunes to make 13 CDs full of tunes for myself and a few friends. The wife of one, who hung out with us on Thanksgiving, says she still keeps them in the car for trips. And I gave those out in like 2001.
Thanks for clearing up that whole Dethklok performance. I was wondering how that was going to be pulled off. Was there actual between-song banter?
December 20, 2007 at 5:55 am
Zazzy hmm. Sounds like a funk band from the 80’s. What about my personal favorites…. Dag Hammarskjold and Anaïs Nin. sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about a secret international tryst – cold war style. The staid, conservative Dag, the free spirit, Ms. Nin. She kisses him for the last time as he gets on that plane. Inbustigual. Yes, an inbustigually unfortunate ride. Like Bogart, smoke and fog and black and white truths on the cutting room floor…….
December 20, 2007 at 2:48 pm
Sal, me likes the cut o’ yer jib! Anaïs Anaïs used to be my favorite perfume when I was 14, too. Today, fun-to-say words in my head are Steve Martin-related (probably ’cause I just bought his ABC book for some kids) – Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr, Anne Uumellmahaye! Can hear him saying it; cracks me up.
December 21, 2007 at 11:09 pm
Totally with you on that word thing. My new favorite? TWUNT. I have learned that in the South it is even less acceptable to use the “C” word- and it’s one of my personal favorites- than it is back home, so this is an easy alternative. Most folks are too confused to be offended.
December 26, 2007 at 6:30 am
That is hilarious. The part about Steve Martin. I can hear him saying that. I wonder if in 100 or 1000 years, neurologists will know what genetic predisposition causes comedy like that, and why some peoples think it funny, and others not so much. I have a copy of his book “Cruel Shoes”, and after reading your post, I got it out and flipped through it. It’s absurdist and Dada-esque in a way. Reminds me of the book John Lennon wrote – “In His Write” or something like that. Clearly, Steve Martin’s mind works like Jerry Lewis’ physical comedy.