Monday, November 10, 2003

HE DIDN'T START THE CHOIR





Yes, so I admit it. I'm old. But once I saw the answers for the billions of 80's song lyrics that I didn't remember, I thought to myself, "Self, you know most of these songs. It's just a Rainy Day and Monday. Without the Rain." Whatever. The thing is, the time comes when popular radio just doesn't do it for you anymore. For me (way back in the olden days) that day was the birth of rap. Music without the music part. Anti-music. If I wanted poetry, I'd grab myself a Dr. Seuss book and have a good old time. But what few lyrics I could manage to understand amongst the bmmpf-chucka-bmmpf-bmmpf's, I didn't particularly care for. Not to mention the fact that if I ever scratched up the 'rents 33 1/3s for background rhythm, my head would have been on a platter. Forget not the eleventh commandment: Honor thy Neil Diamond and keep thy Jonathan Livingston Seagull soundtrack holy. Scratching records was bad, yo. Anyhoo, once rap hit the scene, I made a quick exit, stage right. Now that the radio is back on again (in small doses), I find that "my" music is Retro. How the hell did that ever happen? Sheeesh.



To soothe my damaged ego, I decided to visit one of my favorite websites, The Archive of Misheard Lyrics and keep company with other deaf imbeciles.



This is the dawning of the age of asparagus..

It's a classic.

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