the evil of catchy pastiche songs
Aug. 8th, 2008 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperOkay, yesterday (and most of this morning) I had the Bad Horse tune stuck in my head. I tried everything. Grease 2 soundtrack didn't get rid of it. Daniel Boys pure cheese didn't work. Kylie singing 'Santa Baby' didn't. This morning, after I'd clearly sung it about five times, Matt and Dan came up with a cure : Blazing Saddles. Clicked on youtube, and lo and behold, no more Bad Horse. Er. What does it say that to get rid of an incredibly catchy pastiche country and western song you have to listen to another terribly catchy pastiche in the same style? The original most famous one at that. Oh, Frankie Lane. We will never know whether you *knew* Mel Brooks was taking the piss out of your songs when you signed up for it...
Last night, removed the zip from sundress and got it exactly right. This morning? *lots* of 'ooooo, *nice* dress.' With a few 'where'd you get it from?' me : :smirk: 'made it.' Yes, happy smug person here. Looking terribly cute and wholesome though. The hairclips probably do not help my cause.
How we get our giggles : latest 'same name as a tv character' : Chris Keller. Matt : 'You too can be named after a serial killer. Ooo, have we had any Adebisis or Schillingers?' me : I think we had a Hoyt last week.'
Which then segued into 'What is it with the really scary and violent fuckers on HBO being played by British actors?' After which I relayed out the Rome director's comment : 'Reasons to employ British actors : You can't have Romans being played with an American accent. It just sounds wrong. Brits declaim better. Americans have clauses about nudity. Brits just drop their clothing and have no problem with sex scenes or any same-sex stuff. And they're very good at head-butting people.'
Finally got new sandals yesterday. And as always, forgot that you have to learn the trick of walking in the new pair. Let's just say my walk to the station was a tad comical.
Last night, removed the zip from sundress and got it exactly right. This morning? *lots* of 'ooooo, *nice* dress.' With a few 'where'd you get it from?' me : :smirk: 'made it.' Yes, happy smug person here. Looking terribly cute and wholesome though. The hairclips probably do not help my cause.
How we get our giggles : latest 'same name as a tv character' : Chris Keller. Matt : 'You too can be named after a serial killer. Ooo, have we had any Adebisis or Schillingers?' me : I think we had a Hoyt last week.'
Which then segued into 'What is it with the really scary and violent fuckers on HBO being played by British actors?' After which I relayed out the Rome director's comment : 'Reasons to employ British actors : You can't have Romans being played with an American accent. It just sounds wrong. Brits declaim better. Americans have clauses about nudity. Brits just drop their clothing and have no problem with sex scenes or any same-sex stuff. And they're very good at head-butting people.'
Finally got new sandals yesterday. And as always, forgot that you have to learn the trick of walking in the new pair. Let's just say my walk to the station was a tad comical.
