We listen to the radio all day at work. We only get this one station - Star 108 - which is the musical equivalent to being served an anchovy pizza quiche with cheap chardonnay and salad. A little bit of good stuff thrown in with a bunch of crap. Like a few minutes ago they were playing Train's "Drops of Jupiter" which is a fairly cool song, right? Well, now that damn thing is belting out some chick song with "how can I live without you" repeated about fifty times. Puke.
Ok, so I admit it: I'm a musical snob. But do you - can you - understand the pain involved with endless cycles of REO Speedwagon, Mariah Carey and Phil Collins?!?! Not that those bands didn't have a good song or two (if you like that kind of stuff, which I don't). But let's face it, primarily their music was a little bit of good stuff thrown in with a bunch of crap. You know, that old industry-driven attempt to write another hit that merely results in sentimental rock-ballad drivel? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. That cheesy 80s rock. That pathetic 90s music to whine to. Just a bunch of freakin cheez and whine.
But back to the important stuff - my pain. Listening to this radio station all day is like an eight-hour equivalent of being in the gas station with that bad song blaring that gets stuck like effing super glue in your brain. A few days ago I woke up with the following song drifting through my head:
I wanne be your man in motion
Underneath the aerial quee
Da-da-da-da-dadada
St. Elmo's Fi-yi-ya!
I don't even know the freaking words and it was stuck in my head! Primal scream! Primal scream! Today I was actually singing - actually freaking singing "If you wanna be my lover, da-da-da-dadada-mmthing." Repeatedly.
Just kill me now.
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I can understand where you are coming from. I personally listen to star 108 at non for the way back lunch. The way back lunch plays a lot of my favorites that I don't hear to often anymore. My children have ruined my cds. So I get ti hear them on the radio. It's the only station I can get in at home.
Well, I'm a music snob like I said. I love 70s southern rock, 80s progressive, 90s alternative and current stuff that most people never listen to, so you can imagine my anguish. I'm really hurting here!
And hey, who would have thought that the song "Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough...to keep me away from you, babe" would still be heavy rotation somewhere? Well, just leave it to ol' Star 108. IT just adds to my pain.
hi ho hi ho its off to work we goooooo nice song say what?
can you believe we are feeding the birds? (bird flu) omg
I woke up this morning with "DANCING QUEEN" stuck in my head..but there is a story behind that.
Othr times I get horrible songs like, Twinkle Twinkle little star stuck in my head, or worse..
"We are looking for blues clues, we are looking for blues clues.."
The sad thing? I don't have kids or any kids around who are young enough to watch that show.
Grandma: Glad to have you back! Hey, I wouldn't mind Disney songs, at least we ALL feel stupid singing them. The really scary thing is, a lot of the people in this office LIKE the music that's played. Help. Me. Now.
Shorty: That's what you get for hanging around with the short crowd. ;O
grandpa uses ear phones with his favorite radio station playing. its all country western and he sings along omg..cant believe how awful that sounds to the rest of the workers. He is the oldest sooooo however lots of noise from machinery thank god
Ha ha! I'd love to hear Grandpa singing with his headphones on! I'm sure it is QUITE entertaining! ;)
The surgeon's I work with all have ipods (cuz they're rich) and bring their whole musical librarys with them each day. I usually have to endure lots of musical excrement too.
(how about '30 songs by the MSU marching band' for example?)
Ha ha ha! Chill Daddy's stuck in Musical Hell! Haaa-haa!
A certain 8-year old was practicing this karaoke song over and over. So now this is what Is in my head: "I don't wanna be like Cinderella, sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar, waitin' for somebody to come and set me free...don't wanna be no no no one else, I'd rather rescue myself." And I hear it in her unique little voice, over and over and over and over and over in my own personal Cheetah Girls hell.
yeah..or the same 8 year old singing "this my jesus"
then right after that, "Jesus is bananas..b-a-n-a-n-a-s"
try always being alone. its not that much fun either. however I dont hear voices in my head. Jim is either working eating or sleeping. thats not wrong its just being a work demon. not complaining just reminding
is the cheap chardonnay the "little bit of good stuff"
VJD: The little bit of good stuff would be the salad.
Grandma: I can tell you this, I don't think I could take it if my husband worked, slept or ate all the time. I need time and attention!
Shorty: Hmmm? Wonder where they got that?
Mom: I know exactly what you mean! I caught myself singing that song in the car the other day....I mean the *party wagon*
I once had to work with someone who played music I didn't like. The good thing was, he was hilarious and danced real funny and made us laugh.
I feel with you, poor gal! At least the music america uses to torture terrorist-prisoners has some musical worth, this should be reported to haag and geneva!!!
GG: My co-worker Shawn, who also has a finely developed sense of musical taste, is what gets me throught the day when the music gets particularly cheesey. I haven't been able to get him to dance yet, but he does Mariah Carey imitations with just the right amount of sneering falsetto. Yum!
ISA: Yeah, if they REALLY wanted to torture the terrorists, they should have put Star 108 on the loudspeakers! Sheesh!
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