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