Demented DJ

[fullygoldy]

Most of my friends know that I wake up every morning with a song in my head.  I know that makes me sound like a  total pollyanna, but it's not really like that.  I just have this morning soundtrack.  Some days are better than others, some weeks, like this one, are weirder than others.  So far this week:

* Band of Gold (that goes waaay back)
* Even the Losers (Get Lucky Sometimes) - Tom Petty 
* Oh Boy - Buddy Holly
* Take a Chance on Me - Abba

And of course the ones that stick for the whole day, the ones I just can't shake no matter what, have to be Band of Gold and Abba. ::shudder::  Usually I can pinpoint when or where the song got inserted into my shuffle, but some days, I've got no clue.  I mean, srsly? Abba?  Usually my trip to work with the radio on drowns out the song of the day, and I can happily go about my business.  But apparently today is Not one of those days.

In other news, I got another haircut - changed the style - and I'm thinking I look rather elegant and chic in my all brown ensemble (silk blouse from Ann Taylor's clearance rack and *brown* patent peekaboo pumps) and my Sharon Stone meets Leisha Hailey 'do.  Unfortunately DH thinks I've got a "broadway-ish Peter Pan thing going on."  Although - Leisha would make an adorable Pan.

Comments

[half-double.livejournal.com]

I wake up every morning with a song in my head.

That makes you one of 4 people in the whole wide world that this happens to, the other 3 being my wife, my mother, and me. Might you be a long-lost relative?

I also used to have, before I set my alarm to come on to the classical music station, a form of divination by which I could guage what kind of day I was going to have based on the song that was playing when my alarm went off. Days fell into these general categories: great, good, annoying, depressing, and really freakin' weird.

[fullygoldy.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't it be cool if I were a relative? But alas, my grandma's geneaology habit leads me to believe that is highly improbable.

I don't think I've ever attempted to correlate the music with the quality of the day. I think I'm rubbing off on DH though - he's been complaining alot recently about *his* morning playlist.

[barley52.livejournal.com]

ahhh but quite the elegent and chic broadway Peter Pan type...Goldy Pan...yea thats it Goldy Pan :-)

[fullygoldy.livejournal.com]

LOL! you're such a dork! It's a good thing I love you.

[bzdchris.livejournal.com]

Uh, thanks a lot for the ABBA thing. Now it's in my head.

I am often dumbfounded by the songs I wake up to in my head. Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry I can understand because I've heard it a couple of times in the past week. But there was one - blessedly out of my head after two days and I'm so glad I can't remember what it was - that was completely out of the blue. Hadn't heard it in years. I think of my head soundtrack as a big vinyl album and the needle gets dropped randomly. Bet that dates me, huh?