I have mentioned in the past that I pretty much constantly have a song running in my head.
I said a SONG, not voices. Honestly.
Some songs, of course, are more prone to get stuck in a person’s head. I won’t give you any examples, because I don’t want you to hate me, although, by the end of this, I might manage to get something stuck in your head, and I’m sorry, I’m not trying to annoy you.
(Backstory reminder before I continue: I have an extremely part-time job as a piano accompanist at an area high school. They performed South Pacific this past fall…)
Last week, I was running through the Sirius Satellite channels in my new car, and discovered the On Broadway Channel. Wheee! What fun! It was especially fun and funny when I’m Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair came on shortly before I arrived at the high school. They had a concert this past Sunday, and I had to drive down for rehearsals last week.
When I got to school, I saw the young woman that played Nellie, and told her how funny it was that I had just heard that song.
She didn’t think it was very funny. In fact, I think she was a bit mad at me that she had now gotten that song stuck in her head. I told her not to worry, that she’d get something from choir rehearsal stuck in her head, but about 20 minutes later, I caught her eye and she just shook her head and glared at me.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon, about 30 minutes before the concert. “Courtney! Did you ever get that song out of your head?”
Another GLARE! “Well, I had until you just mentioned it again!”
(Insert evil laughter…)
Two** three years ago, the local high school did Grease, and while it was fun, I got pretty dang tired of that music. I was a little dismayed that one of the songs for the concert was Greased Lightnin’. (And for those of you that know the movie, the school version of the musical and of that song in particular have been SCRUBBED. I was shocked when I was reminded of how…naughty…the original(s) were. Oh. My.
At Sunday’s concert, the choir director intro’d the song by saying “The kids keep lobbying me to do Grease next fall” and it took every ounce of my being not to stand up in the middle of the concert and say “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, let’s NOT do Grease.”
I restrained myself, but when I saw the director today, I told her that if I had a vote, I would vote for anything BUT Grease.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “I have zero intention of doing Grease.”
Phew. Crisis averted.
Once again, I’ll apologize if any songs got accidentally stuck in your due to my post. If a song is stuck, feel free to send me an e-mail with an earworm you’d like to infect me with as punishment. I can take it. I’m mostly crazed anyway.
It’s the voices in my head, you know.
**Damn it, time is FLYING.