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May 27, 2006
Vitamin B-52
Two thoughts.
1) The other day, as I left the rec center after my sunrise yoga class (6:15am, people. I am exercising at 6:15am. If this is what maturity is all about, maybe I'd better regress) I heard a drum beat over the sound system. It sounded more like somebody banging on a bucket, really, and within three beats, I called it. Love Shack.
It's the only song I know of where the drummer could actually be a bucketer instead. I don't think it's cowbell...
2) On the way home, I was singing the song to myself and thinking about the awesome concert I saw with my brother and sister-in-law seven or eight years ago. The Pretenders and the B-52's. Awesome show. Outdoors on the Willamette River, gorgeous weather, the last night of their tour. So. Much. Fun.
Anyway, I'm singing along in the car (to the song in my head - the rec center uses satellite radio for their pa system) and I suddenly had a shocking realization about Love Shack. They do something in that song that I've never heard anyone else do before, and in the 10+ years since it was released I had never noticed it until Thursday morning.
They rhyme twenty with money.
I'm assuming it's a regional thing. Except that I'm pretty sure I myself have said I need twunny of something. And I and my preceding generations are from nowhere near Atlanta, GA. So maybe it's just an Americanism.
The sad thing is that from now on, every time I hear that song I will twitch. Just a little bit, but it will be enough to kill my B-52's buzz. Which sucks major rocks because I like the B-52's. Alot. And I adore Love Shack.
I must be getting old...
Posted by sally at May 27, 2006 07:57 AM
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