My brain's ability to bust out the most random songs at the most random moments never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes I feel like the SEEK knob of some imaginary radio dial, erratically jumping from station to station until a clear signal just bursts right into my mind and through my vocal chords. And it's as if all those other memories I can never seem to recall are lost in the clutter of these otherwise meaningless tunes and lyrics I am subconsciously holding onto and/or tapping into.
About ten minutes ago I was just brushing Pepe as he was doing his best to squirm out of my grip and slip out the patio door when I started singing Homer Simpson's take on the Frank Sinatra classic:
When I was seventeen
I drank some very good beer
I drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake id
My name was Brian McGee
I stayed up listening to Queen
When I was seventeen
Funny thing is I haven't seen this episode in years. Earlier today, it was some cheesy early nineties pop song that I just kind of started singing after hearing the opening drum beat while in the Canadian Tire parking lot. The day before it was some other thing else I can't even remember now. It's gone. As fast as it came. And this happens quite regularly - mostly when I'm alone, but sometimes in public.
And if the song is embarrassing and I catch myself in time, I'll usually just whistle my way out of it. Most people don't really notice. But I notice. I notice.
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