Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Song of the Day

Rasputin by Boney M


Anonymous said...

So these songs just pop into your head? I remember Rasputin well - driving the 417 going North from Ottawa to Deep River - late at night in the cold. Now what year was that? I'll guess, but you'll probably know. About 1979. Bob and I had been married a few years, and I was finishing up the last year at university and lived in Ottawa, and Bob had just gotten a job two and a half hours away. So there I was, driving the highway - I can remember somewhere near Renfrew hearing that song, and pushing the pedal, music blaring, me singing, the car jerking/ dancing along to the beat - no one on the dark highway but me for a long long stretch. Must have heard that song more than once that night - it was on the radio over and over... maybe it laid the groundwork for glasnost...

Okay, another comment loosely related - I read about a neurological disorder where people hear songs in their head - can't get rid of the songs. It's a loop that plays over and over -- mmm - now, don't get me wrong, I'm not implying you're sick in some way (lol). I've just had those songs playing in my head myself at times -

Larry Keiler said...

Yes, these songs just pop into my head. Of course, sometimes there's a reason for it. Heard it recently on the radio, saw a TV commercial, or on a TV show. In the case of Rasputin, the band plays that song now. I have a new respect for it, cuz it's a well-put together tune, but I don't actually like the song that much.

But then there are other tunes that just come along for no particular reason. My head's full of music...

The all-time winner is You Send Me, by Sam Cooke, which passed through my head pretty much every day for more than 10 years.

Not constantly, of course. And this is related to the end of your comment, DT. I do get that loop thing happening. Can't get rid of it except by replacing it with something else...not always a melody. But it proves that there's something in this Buddhist stuff about monkey mind, endless chatter, endless grasping at mirages.

I'm not too concerned about the neurological implications. After all, here I am in the Yoni School...But what gets me is how it's right there, from the moment I wake up!

We occasionally play a little game with my brother after a gig. He has a habit of singing tunes, maybe ones that we've played, or something that popped into his head. What we do is hum another tune, or sing a line, or whistle something, just to see how long it takes him to pick it up. He invariably does, and usually right away.

Help! I've written and I can't get up!