August 10, 2005

On buying a product that makes you think of a song.

Back when I was contemplating buying a Corvette, I thought about how, if I had a Corvette, it would make me think the song "Little Red Corvette" every time I got near it. But I love that song enough that I think I'd always feel good about it. But I do not like the song "Kodachrome" enough to want to have it run through my head every time I pick up my new D50:
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph

I really could do without that.

Ever had an object that kept making you think the same song?

Or maybe you met a person with a name that's in a song. That might ruin a relationship. I wonder if anyone's ever even changed her name because she (or he) got tired of having people croon that song to her. I wonder what the worst name for that problem would be. And what would be the best one?

What is the first name equivalent of Corvette? (And don't suggest that there probably are some kids out there actually named Corvette.) I remember back during Beatlemania days being jealous of a girl lucky enough to have the name Michelle. But would I be sick of it by now if every boyfriend had sung it to me? I don't know -- depends on the boyfriend.

23 comments:

Orendon said...
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HaloJonesFan said...

An object that keeps making me think the same song? Oh, you betcha.

My insulin pump's alarm tone sounds exactly like a riff from a Disney song; specifically, the song from "Dumbo" that Dumbo's mother sings. And when I am refilling it, it makes a tone that sounds like "China Grove" from the Doobie Brothers.

(Interesting side excursion into the world of mis-heard song lyrics; I always thought it was "China Road".)

Lisa P. said...

On your Simon and Garfunkel theme, I went to college with a girl whose name was Celia. Obviously, she wasn't fond of her song association, either.

Ann Althouse said...

Lisa P.: Yes, there's that problem of the excessively sexual song using your name!

Ron said...

My friend Miki has been haunted by the perky, cheerleaderesque "Oh, Micky" by Toni Basil...If I want to piss her off all I have to do is say "You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand."

Nick said...

I don't think I have a song that reminds me of a product... but songs remind me of people.

"Kiss Me" by the Sixpense None the Richer forever reminds me of a college girlfriend.

And Linger by Cranberries reminds me of one of my brother-in-law's who sang it whenever he farted. Of course he has now forever ruined that song for me.

Goesh said...

- a sister-in-law named Ruby, and that Kenny Rogers song about the cheating wife, "Ruuuuuby, don't take your love to town" - but of course I never sing that to Ruby as she is not overly fond of men to begin with...

Goesh said...

- a sister-in-law named Ruby, and that Kenny Rogers song about the cheating wife, "Ruuuuuby, don't take your love to town" - but of course I never sing that to Ruby as she is not overly fond of men to begin with...

Timothy K. Morris said...

Song:Person Oh, yeah. My wife's name is Rhonda. I was a junior in high school when the Beach Boys hit number 1 with "Help Me, Rhonda." That chorus runs through my mind several times a week.

Paul said...

Oh, Donna by Ritchie Valens, my first crush ever and Brown-eyed Girl for a girl in Detroit.
They got rid of me befor I could sing it much but those songs have stuck a long time.

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bill said...

Gloria, G-L-O-R-I-A!

Roxanne always makes me think of UTFO, not Sting.

I will always remember the name of the first American woman in space because of “Mustang Sally.” Ride, Sally Ride

People singing “Billy, don’t be a hero” was only exceeded in its annoyance by squeals of “Oh, no, Mr. Bill.”

I think of Beck’s “Loser” whenever I see a UPS truck: you’re a loser baby, so WHY DON’T YOU JUST LEAVE THE PACKAGE BY THE FRONT DOOR INSTEAD OF HIDING IT IN THE BACKYARD.

Jonathan said...

Ann: Are you actually using the new camera yet? If so, I am curious to learn how it is working for you and whether it fits your style of picture taking. It seems to be a different (bigger, heavier, noisier) kind of tool as compared to the other cameras you have used recently.

Mom Underground said...

I have several friends named Joe and everytime I casually greet them with "Hey, Joe" I think of the Jimi Hendrix song. They get a lot of lame recitations of the lyrics, also, from other people.

vbspurs said...

The Kinks famously have a song named "Victoria", but I can't say anyone has ever sung it to me.

(I did date a guy who gave me a copy of a Kinks Greatest Hits album as a first-date gift -- which I thought was a lovely touch actually, and more original than a bouquet of roses)

Unlike President and Mrs. Clinton naming their kid after Judy Collins' "Chelsea Morning", I know, however, that my parents didn't name me after a mere song.

Notthattheresanythingwrongwiththat, but still -- name your child after something more concrete than just a song, or a car (Lexus), or a famous personality (Paris)...like, you know, YOUR parents.

So goes my thinking anyways.

Cheers,
Victoria

Scipio said...

The Hey Joe thing still moves me to tears.

I was victimized as a child due to the Stroh's commercials featuring a retriever named Alex that fetched beer from the fridge.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

My twin redheaded daughters were preemies and some days I couldn't touch them, but I could sing to them. Every day when I arrived at the NICU, I sang their "theme songs". For Annie--two songs from the musical. For Mary Jo--"Hello, Mary Jo", sung to the tune of "Hello, Mary Lou" and also "Sweet Gypsy Rose" -- "here's a picture when she was my sweet Mary Jo, now she's got rings on her fingers...." To this day, those songs will calm down my little one.

Sean E said...

Speaking of the Kinks, I would think being named "Lola" when that song was popular would not have been a great experience.

katiebakes said...

iiiiireeeeeeeeeene good niiiiiight...irreeeeene gooood niiiightttt....

grandparents and older aunts and uncles always say to me:

k-k-k-kaaaaaaatie
beautiful kaaaaaatie

that one i don't mind. :)

XWL said...

As a Le Roy who was in elementary school during the mid/late seventies there is the slight matter of that Jim Croce song 'Bad, Bad, Le Roy Brown'.

There was one especially obnoxious kid who insisted on singing the chorus of that song frequently in a taunting manner, but given the toughness and meanness associated with Le Roy Brown, for a 2nd grade kid it really wasn't a negative.

And, as far as I know I am neither meaner than a junkyard dog nor badder than Old King Kong, but maybe as an 8 year old that was a different story.

Dean said...

Because of my last name, I heard "Monday, Monday" just about every day in high school.

It didn't bother me that I remember; I was so introverted that most of the time, I was just glad they knew my name!

Matt Barr said...

My wife Amy h-a-t-e-s Pure Prairie League. I made the mistake once, never repeated, of singing part of that song near where she was once. (AAAAIIII-MEEEEEEEE, whatchou gonna dooo-oooo) So, she'd tell you that song is the worst to have associated with your name.

But I can't see anything being worse than that Come On Eileen song.

I would think being named Sandy or Sandra would be difficult around impulsive fans of Grease. (Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with virginity or that Sandy song that Danny sings at the drive-in, either one would get annoying after the first couple times)

A former girlfriend and current good friend is named Jennifer, and went by Jenni in high school, and I don't know of any popular songs going by Jenni but you'd be surprised how adaptable Jamie's Cryin, Janie's Got a Gun and Janie Don't You Lose Heart are in a pinch.

The first name equivalent of Corvette? Amanda (Boston)?

Katie: My daughter's name is Katy and gramma sings that song to her all the time!

DNR Mom said...

I went to high school with a guy I barely knew named Bob Buran. For a short time I thought the Beach Boys had written a song about him -- BobBobBob, BobBobBuran. Forty-four years after graduation, I can't hear "Barbara Ann" without remembering Bob.