My dad goes through obsessive phases where he’ll listen to the same thing over and over again for weeks. And it’s not just one band or one album that he’ll put on repeat–he’ll put the same SONG on repeat. One time it was “My Heart Will Go On” after he saw Titanic. Another time it was the Phil Collins song from Tarzan, “You’ll Be In My Heart.”
My best friend and I once went on a camping trip to Lake George with him and he brought two greatest hits albums: Diana Ross and Rod Stewart. As a direct result of this trip, one of my favorite songs is now “Maggie May.” A couple years ago he made a mix that included “Like A Virgin.” I don’t know what that was about.
Anyway, here are some songs that I especially associate with the padre:
How creepy is that?!?! The three ladies in red completely freak me out with those repetitions of “sexy, sexy lady, you just drive me crazy.” I feel like Julio Iglesias is holding them captive and feeding them various flavors of Slim Fast spiked with mind-controlling drugs.
This next one took a long time for me to decide on. He has one of those, like, three disc albums by Chicago, so every song reminds me of him. But I just heard this song in the grocery store. I don’t know if anyone else is like this, but when I hear a song I like, I get completely distracted. I can’t focus on anything else, especially not a conversation. I drop everything to sing while pumping a fist. Perhaps the best lyrics ever: “Couldn’t stand to be kept away, just for the day, from your bod-ay.” The cheese aisle was subjected to my rendition of this a couple weeks ago:
One of his big things is theme songs. He loves the Superman theme song, but if I hear it I literally have an anxiety attack because I worked at Six Flags one year and when you’re stationed at the Superman ride you hear it your entire shift. Plus I got scolded hardcore when I was working the Superman ride one day–I let a girl through who was blatantly three feet tall and would have been ejected from the ride. It wasn’t really my fault, but I won’t get into it.
The one thing I do have to thank my dad for, though, is playing The Rolling Stones over and over again when I was little. “Paint It Black” used to freak me out to no end. But if I had to choose one song to describe myself, it’d probably be this:
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Tagged chicago, diana ross, julio iglesias, like a virgin, maggie may, my heart will go on, phil collins, rod stewart, the rolling stones, titanic
Here’s a gift idea for anyone on your list who recently wrote a blog post that referred to Captain Von Trapp: Christopher Plummer wrote a memoir! I thought I read about it in the AV Club section of The Onion, but when I googled “Christopher Plummer The Onion” all that came up was an old review of that Keanu Reeves/Sandra Bullock movie The Lake House. Yeah, I rented it. No, I didn’t realize that Christopher Plummer played Keanu’s architectural genius father.
Publisher’s Weekly says of In Spite of Myself:
Plummer drinks and parties his way through a six-decade career; beds starlets, prompters and wardrobe girls; and endures countless mid-performance indignities and pratfalls. (Lesson repeatedly learned: actors and stagehands should not get drunk right before the show.)
Sounds like a good read for the holidays. Take a break from James Stewart lassoing the moon for Mary and Bing Crosby making out with George Clooney’s aunt for a dose of drunken thespian reality.
New celebrity-related tangent: I walked into Rite Aid a few days ago. I had to use my debit card to get cash back for the laundry machine across the street. I usually end up buying a candy bar in situations like this because they’re cheap, but I still wander around the store for 30 minutes just in case I spot something that is equally cheap that I actually need.
Long story short: Diana Ross and The Supremes’ “I Hear a Symphony” was playing. After walking around for 30 minutes I resigned myself to the check-out line and the candy bars and decided upon a Hershey’s Symphony bar because my mom really likes them.
It wasn’t until I was crossing the street, humming “I Hear a Symphony” and opening up my Symphony bar that I even realized what had happened and I began to wonder if I bought it because I like them and they remind me of my mom or because Diana Ross sung a song about a symphony in 1965…
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Tagged alcohol, bing crosby, christopher plummer, david hasselhoff, diana ross, george clooney, james stewart, keanu reeves, lil kim, rosemary clooney, sandra bullock, sex, symphony, the onion, the supremes