I was at work the other day. One of the nice things about Target, doing the job I’m doing, is that it allows you, during those periods when you’re not being bothered by dumb customers, to disengage your mind and let it roam wherever it likes. Between bouts of serious thinking (future, finances, etc.), my mind came across this little nugget: “If your life was a musical, what kind of songs would you be singing?”
I was intrigued. I didn’t throw it right away back in the Black Thought Abyss, like I do with most of the other hojillion thoughts that my mind drops on my feet. “If your life’s a musical, what kind of songs would you be singing?” If you lived in the land of Sound of Music, Moulin Rouge, West Side Story, Grease, or even South Park. (Sorry, Chicago doesn’t count. Here, I’ll tell you why. It’s because all of the musical sequences take place in Roxie Hart’s mind, not out in the real world. All true musicals have songs that interrupt life in the real world.)
What kind of songs would you sing? What kind of dance sequences would you have? A solo where you pour your romantic laments out in the rain or maybe a duet in which you and your roommate sing about who’s turn is it to clean the dishes? Or how about being in a class and having the professor sing the lesson to you and all of the class joins in? I’ve always loved sequences that use props or furniture.
My setlist of this past year could look like this:
“Welcome, Welcome, Spring”
“Dumb People, Why Can’t You Find the Obvious Things?” (fast, angry song)
“I’m Engaged (And Lovin’ It)” (a Disney-like ballad)
“Ode to McDonald’s Cheap Cheeseburger Days” (think a slow song that builds, starting with a solo and then adding customers and then finally McDonald’s employees join in and it all climaxes outside a McDonald’s parking lot)
“Why Is Gas So Freakin’ Expensive?” (hip-hop song)
“I Love You So” (duet)
“Traffic Sucks (I Hate You, I-294)”
“Fa-Cee-Shus” (think one of My Fair Lady‘s enunciation songs)
“Go, White Sox, Go”
“Quarter Of a Century Old”
What kind of songs would you sing and what would they be about?
tom_builder says:
wow.. you are a looooooser..
tom_builder says:
just like the sox 😉
Amanda1011 says:
I agree with my dear uncle…
LAHOO… SAHUUR!!
I still love you.
grandma_b says:
I am looking out my window and thinking “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”—this is a funny—you have to be old and remember Tiny Tim—who by the way was not tiny.
grandma_b says:
Here’s a link to Tiny Tim http://www.jacquedee63.com/tiptoe.html
Anonymous says:
1. congratulations
2. the other day i found out i’m an internet creep b/c i saw your fiance at target and congratulated her and then felt creepy b/c of course she doesn’t know who i am and most people don’t remember people based on their obscure xanga and facebook relationships. whoops. well, anyhow, she’s even cuter in person and congrats.
Hey_Granny says:
My thyme song this year has been Jesus Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood. It is a country song. Also T.G.I.F by Lone Star. I am always ready for the week to end. TTYL
Renee
sixfeetsmall7757 says:
Can we get together Tuesday night sometime after 6/6:30?
aka_Hal says:
Hey, Matt. I hadn’t realized I hadn’t subscribed to your site. I thought I had ages ago, but now I am. And big old congratulations!
elfincracker says:
CONGRATS! I just saw the news!
Earth_Alien_RV3 says:
Hahahaha. Nah, no CO. Just me being tired. I was uncharacteristically tired today and, again, I just had a song giong through my head and decided, as always, to run with it.
MattTheTroll says:
ive totally wanted one for awhile…it was the right dog. how ya been?
Anonymous says:
cheeseballs? oh boy. you might get me hooked on something else now.
yeah, my mom was all weirded out too. she doesn’t get xanga either. she’s like “people can read what you write? anyone? and thye can see who you are? don’t they track you down and kill and rape you then?”. oh moms.
Earth_Alien_RV3 says:
Probly do, but that doesn’t solve the network problem of being unable to play here. I shoulda just played single-p while they were watching the chickflick. *shrug* oh well.