Monday, March 13, 2006
Escape
After having spent another Sunday morning, afternoon and partial evening at work (but I’m really, really close to being DONE!), I was driving home (through the INSANE snow we are getting, holy peanut butter and apricot jam, when is Spring coming?), with my iPod plugged into my car stereo.
As is my wont to do, I had the little guy on Shuffle.
Up comes this gem. (hover the link for song title, if you don’t feel like clicking, though the song on my iPod is the original very BAD 70s tune, not that dance re-mix version, but it’s late and I don’t feel like finding a decent copy, OK?). Let’s not go into why it’s on my iPod.
On second thought, let’s go ahead and visit why it’s on my iPod, especially since I mercilessly mocked someone else last week for having poor taste in music. So way back in the day, back when Napster was king (AKA, the golden days), a co-worker and I had a little contest. I worked the day shift and he was on swing. So every day, we had a game to see who could download the WORST songs from Napster, and we’d set the MP3 player (SoundJam) to that day’s download. The other guy would have to walk in to work, push play blindly and subsequently be grossed out. I started off with the song in question. He countered with a Lionel Ritchie song, I fired back with The Commodores and he finally won by downloading a Milli Vanilli song. I couldn’t take it after that. Anyway, so I keep those songs around because they remind me of that simpler time, back when the Intarweb was still a fresh and wholesome place. OK, just kidding about that last part. Occasionally they come up on my shuffle. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
So the song comes on and I’m just BELTING it out, I’m no longer ashamed to say and I don’t care who knows it. The surprising thing is that I know all the words, even after all those years. The song was incredibly popular when it came out, but I was like 11 or 12. It has somehow seeped into my cellular membranes. Dang thing has probably infiltrated my DNA, and my kids inherently know the words as well.
As I’m singing along, I begin to pay attention to the words, probably for the first time in my life.
“Escape (The Piña Colada Song)” is a horrible song! Never mind the cheesy 70s aspects to it, I’m talking about its message, etc. I know this is a normative thing to say and that everyone’s relationship is in a different place, but both of those people are losers, man! The guy seems even more slimy, because he sounds so desperate, but let’s not forget that it’s the woman who placed the personal ad in the first place. These people deserve each other and all their dysfunctionality.
What I think disturbed me the most was that at the end of the song, once they’ve figured out that each of them is searching for someone else, but they’ve found each other (again!), is that they seem to be OK with that! Holy Toledo on a telephone pole, that’s messed up.
Anyway, I just thought you should know that.
yep, “it was his own little laaaady”
i fricking LOVE that song. second only to midnight at the oasis, in my book. so there. ;-)
Posted by joy on 03/13/06 at 01:28 PMOK, I just have to nitpick here a bit, because the lyric goes:
“It was my own lovely laaaady”
He’s telling the story in the first person, which for me is a part of what makes it so creepy.
:-)Man, I’m a dork.
Though I am intrigued by Midnight at the Oasis… Link please!
Posted by Jon on 03/13/06 at 08:34 PMOK, never mind about that link for Midnight at the Oasis.
“Send your camel to bed”
Yeah, that’s not good. :-)
Posted by Jon on 03/13/06 at 08:37 PM
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