'I wish I were like you/ Easily amused'

I am a grown-up. I have arrived. I am now part of that money-making age segment that radio stations pander to: the 20-something young professional. Ha ha, stupid radio stations! I have no money! Fooled you!

So suddenly the music of my youth* is actually being played on the radio again. And the radio is exactly where it belongs. For the radio is played in my car, when I am all alone in the vehicle. And believe me, I really ought to be alone when this music is played.

I am well-known as a mishearer of lyrics, making up new ones that I thought I heard. But when it comes to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden and the like, I have no idea where to begin. I can't even make up individual new words that make no sense, because they're all bargling nawdle zouss in the first place so I don't even have words to string together.

So instead, my singing along consists of a sort of whining sound that sort of goes along with the tune, throwing in the occasional word or attempted word when I think I know one. 'Tis indeed an unfortunate sight and sound, so I suggest that any passengers in my car begin a strategy of CONSTANT VIGILANCE so that they manage to switch the station before I recognize the song and invoke my right as driver to sing along awfully.

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* "Youth" being defined as "about seventh grade or so, when I first realized there was more than oldies on the radio"

srah - Friday, 24 September 2004 - 9:54 AM
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Comments (4)

gravatar tj - September 24, 2004 - 10:21 AM -

or, spurts of the correct lyrics intertwined with humming and lowering your volume because you suddenly don't know a part.

*raises hand*

guilty.

gravatar Rachel - September 24, 2004 - 1:06 PM -

Yay, this sounds funny, I wanna hear! Let's go on a road trip! Where shall we go? Can we get ice cream?

gravatar Smuj - September 25, 2004 - 8:51 AM -

It won't be long before we'll be tuning into the "oldies" station to hear our music. The 80's are as distant now as the 60's were when we were kids.

Where will our parents go when their music is too old to be heard on the oldies station? The Victrola?

gravatar Cheryl - September 25, 2004 - 10:58 AM -

I tend to just mumble the party I don't know, so that it's as unintelligible as the original.

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