Thanks to jcarkeys, that infernal “Sexyback” song has been going through my head for the last three days. The only respite I’ve had was the couple hours yesterday when I couldn’t stop singing “You work hard/You need Riiiiight Guard.” (Why? I don’t know. I work hard. I sing hard.)
Why must I have these stupid, stupid songs on my mind at Christmastime? Why can’t I have Christmas songs running through my head? I like Christmas songs. (Except for that “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”–that was funny once upon a time, but then I turned twelve.) Actually, I was on iTunes last night trying to find some Christmas music. I was looking for a decent version of “O Holy Night,” but didn’t have much luck. Approximately five million people have recorded that song, but the best one I could find was Josh Groban’s, and that’s saying something, I think. What it says, I will leave to your own imaginations.
On the other hand, I did find B.B. King’s version of “Back Door Santa.” Righteous! But I didn’t download it for one simple reason. I once had a friend who owned a scrapbooking store called Back Door Friends, and my husband always said it sounded more like a gay bar than a scrapbooking store. I don’t want to know what he’d make of “Back Door Santa”–that’s right, SD, save it–and he’s still giving me a hard time about that Maroon 5 song I bought in a fit of melancholy two years ago. I don’t want to paying the price of Downloaded Christmas Songs Past in my golden years.
Anyway, I have some last-minute Christmas shopping to do.
Take it to the bridge.