Embarrassing Songs on my iPod…Exposed! April 29, 2011

I currently have 776 songs on my iPod.  I would gladly pare this down, but iTunes is so non-intuitive that I am afraid of erasing my entire library.  To sync or not to sync, that is the question.  Besides, it would take forever to sort through every song and uncheck the undesirables, and even if it did work correctly, I would probably second-guess my deletions.  (I knew I should have kept that obscure Paula Abdul song!)

Speaking of embarrassing songs on my iPod, I’ve got plenty.  Admit it; we’ve all got them.  Sure, I’d like to be hip and cool, casually mentioning that I’m currently listening to some little-known band that I “fell in love with” while travelingEurope.  However, it’s more likely that I will be belting out the Glee soundtrack or Hanson’s “Mmmm Bop”.  I’m not embarrassed to admit these guilty pleasures.  It’s really a mixed bag when I hit shuffle mode.  One moment it could be Dr. Dre, the next it is Broadway musicals, and after that some Ray LaMontagne.

I am, however, embarrassed by a few songs that fall under the category of “What Was I Thinking?”  For example, what possessed me to actually purchase the song “Laffy Taffy”?  Was I drinking that night?  And speaking of, it is not always a good idea to purchase entire albums based on what you heard in a bar.  Songs are always funnier and cooler in a bar.  Just listen to my selections from Richard Cheese’s “Lounge Against the Machine” and you’ll know what I mean.  If you like to hear lounge singer renditions of tunes like the Beastie Boys’ “Fight for Your Right”, then this is the album for you.

The thing is, music is very much dependent on your mood.  Take the time I was casually perusing Barnes & Noble.  Those folks at BN know just what to play while patrons are in mellow book-browsing mode.  That day they piped in Barry Manilow’s “The Greatest Songs of the Fifties”, and I was hooked.  I have since come to loathe those songs, simply because the shuffle feature consistently chooses them every single time I play my iPod.

I say let your freak flag fly and embrace all of those embarrassing songs on your iPod.  Crank up the boy bands as you do dishes.  Sing your heart out to show tunes.  You love Kermit the Frog’s “Rainbow Connection”?  If it makes you happy, go for it.  Just be prepared for some good old-fashioned teasing if somebody gets ahold of your iPod.


Sweet Dreams are Made of This April 8, 2011

I’ve always had very vivid and detailed dreams.  Sometimes it’s a recurring dream about forgetting my locker combination and not knowing my class schedule on the first day of school.  Most of the time, however, my dreams seem to fit into two other categories I will call “Subconscious” and “Crazytown”.

At first, a dream in the Subconscious category may disguise itself as a Crazytown.  For example, the other night I had a dream that I was watching a commercial of Sarah Jessica Parker hawking my brand of deodorant.  Now at first this seems just plain wacko, but then I realized that a) I was almost out of deodorant, and b) I had just seen a picture of Sarah Jessica in a magazine, taking a walk with her twin daughters.  So naturally these two subconscious thoughts just meshed nicely into a random dream that I could easily explain. 

On the other hand, Crazytown dreams are just too strange to possibly explain.   I tell myself that they are signs of my creative genius lurking within, and I need to harvest this kookiness so I can be rich and famous, a la Tim Burton.

Sample recent dream:  I am sharing a large hotel room with several strangers, and while they are out I am looking at all of their things.  It is Kentucky Derby week, and they all have notes about what horses to bet on.  One of my roommates actually has a horse in the race, and she has special legwarmers for the horse laid out on the bed since the track is full of snow and ice (even though it’s May in Kentucky).  Some of the legwarmers are Victoria’s Secret brand.  (Who knew they made horse apparel?)  Then a friend of mine comes in the room and sleeps in all the beds. I get mad because I have to tidy up the place.  And then I wake up.

Up until now my wacky dreams were simply just that:  wacky.  However, recently I had a truly visionary dream.  The day my stepson left on his big band/choir trip to New York City, I had a dream that he got very ill and was throwing up on the bus.  The next day I told my husband a couple friends about it, commenting how awful it was.  Sure enough, my stepson comes back from the trip and informs us that on the way out to New York he got very sick and threw up several times (thankfully not on the bus).  I couldn’t believe it; my vision was true!  Surely I must be some sort of clairvoyant.  My crazy dreams could be useful!

And then…nothing.  No more foretelling dreams, only wackiness and horrible work-related visions.  Where was my new talent?  All I know is I should have bought a lottery ticket that day.  Sigh…