Monday, December 31, 2007

Hello, Again. Hello.

So. It’s been a while since I posted. At first a few days went by, and I thought, well, I really should post a little something. Then a few more days, and I started thinking, God, what I post next had to be GOOD. And then I kept upping the ante until I had convinced myself that nothing less than the Best Post Ever Written could justify my absence from the blog. “Or what?” a reasonable person might ask. I don’t know. Maybe the terrorists win?

Anyhoo, here’s to a good end to 2007 for everybody. Me, I got from my fellas an amp for the karaoke machine for Christmas, and tonight we’re having a karaoke party. My mom got me a CD with “Fergilicious” on it. I’ve been practicing. I think I can nail it.

But I was remembering last year when my friend did “Tainted Love.” It was one of the first songs of the evening and no one was anywhere near tipsy yet. He started singing and was going along good, good, good. Until—and it didn’t even occur to me until the words came on the screen—that at one point the song gets really kind of suggestive. Touch me, baby, tainted love, he sang. All the lights in the house were on full blast, neighbors munching on chips and veggies, kids playing in the next room. He felt weird.

To avoid the same situation, I’m thinking I’m going to have to save telling my neighbors how tasty I am, how I put their boys on “rock rock,” how “I be up in the gym just working on my fitness” for later in the night.

But for starters this might work, huh?

7 comments:

BarbaraCA said...

Oh, yeah! Rock that sleeveless turtleneck! And, of course, the collapsible cup hat.

pootandcubby said...

That video disturbs me every time I see it. I've never been able to look at a plant pot the same way since.

-andi

BabelBabe said...

THAT is one strange video.

My husband and I got the boys hooked on the Red Hot Chili Peppers before we, um, thought about some of the lyrics. Oops. Now we just tell them not to sing those songs around Grandma. Thank God we hadn't broken out the Violent Femmes yet...

btw, I am reading your book and finding it very entertaining.

Katherine said...

Always love Devo. Always rushing to the iPod to hit the next button when its blaring through the iHome on shuffle, and some song with "questionable" lyrics comes up. One workaround we've lit on here is to create an edited cd in iTunes, with a few of the more racy songs taken out--that way we can just play the thing and not worry about it for now. We had to do this because our son was hooked on the They Might Be Giants Venue Songs album, but we just could not see ourselves having a discussion about hash pipes, etc., with our four-year-old. So out went one of the House of Blues songs, until he's older...

Teafortwo said...

We've been listening to a lot of Christmas music, interspersed with Beastie Boys and Beck. The 22 month old likes music a lot and shakes his fist in agreement (and rhythm). I'm still waiting for the nearly five year old to ask about "girls in honey."

Anonymous said...

I had a similar karaoke experience when a group of us gals sang "Superfreak" in front of a bunch of kids. Not that I guess we had an excuse for it, but the lyrics were dirtier than we remembered. So our solution was to make sure that the kids were positioned so that they couldn't read the screen. We figured we didn't sing clearly enough for them to understand the lyrics!

-Jody (www.jodymace.com/news)

Julianne said...

This reminds me of an episode of Arrested Development when Michael and Maeby sang, "Afternoon Delight," a song that gets unexpectedly sexually explicit. It was hilarious and awkward. I freakin' loved that show!

Have fun at your karaoke party.