January 6th, 2009
|07:31 am - Waa Waa Waa|
Sunday afternoon was perfect subtropical winter weather: warm, golden, and airy. Several of my friends and I arranged to take advantage of it by meeting at one of the two Small Town airport restaurant/bars and having a beer (or Diet Coke in my case) outside on the patio. We should have guessed what was to come by one friend's noting that there was a band?singer? anyway, live music until 4, but...
I arrived first. The parking lot adjacent to the patio was ringing with... "Dixie," sung in manner of Elvis Presley or similar, slow and with enormous feeling.
Oh dear, I thought.
When I went through the open archway: singer, and tape machine, emoting on one end of the patio; a not-quite-full house of people blissfully buzzed and enjoying the music, which had now transitioned to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."
OH DEAR, I thought.
I went back to the parking lot and waited and endured. One of my friends showed up some moments later in the midst of another medley of Vegas-y music, did the aural equivalent of a double-take, and said, "What the hell is THAT?"
"The band. Singer. Something."
"Oh no. Oh, no."
We went back in and found a table. The other patrons were loving the music, singing along, clapping, raising their beers high in appreciation. My friend and I... well, when the singer started the Neil Diamond medley, she turned to me and said, "We're going to the other restaurant. I'll call the others."
Out in the parking lot, she was so rattled that she couldn't quite make the call -- but it didn't matter, because our other friends (a married couple) pulled up just then in the wife's red convertible. "We're not staying?" the husband said, and then he heard the music.
Sweet Caroline, the singer sang, and then sang the original track's instrumentation in a voice that was supposed to be trumpet-like but sounded like a duck in the throes, Waa waa waa.
"Meet you at the other place," the husband said, and the wife hit the gas.
We had a wonderful late-afternoon/evening visit as the sun set over the other restaurant. We watched the sky-divers, we laughed, we breathed in the perfect subtropical winter weather. But all the time, and for the past two days, I've been haunted by that horror. I've also felt guilty, because the singer was giving great pleasure to quite a few people. Who am I to be so judgmental?
But, y'all... Sweet Caroline. Waa waa waa. A duck in the throes.
A merry, musical Tuesday to you all!
Yes. This is what I'm saying.
[waves and pours you tea]
|Date:||January 6th, 2009 01:26 pm (UTC)|| |
Sounds like a good call:)
|Date:||January 6th, 2009 01:27 pm (UTC)|| |
Hee! and also aaaack! Earworm! Earworm! Run away!
It is totally the earworm from hell, and for that I do apologize. ;)
A cover band is only as good as its lead singer... *LOL* Hugs for a good day, anyway!
What's worse is that the singer's voice was not technically bad, it was just... No. Oh, no.
*hee!* Especially not conducive to sitting and talking quietly with friends!
Oh, hell no.
It's okay to be judgmental; fun for you and us, and no harm to them.
Duck in the throes, no one needs. I wonder if you might should've saved them?
[[ack, sorry for the other reply -- sent from the wrong LJ]]
Anyway, duck in the throes, with just a hint of Burgess Meredith as the Penguin. Waa waa waa.
And thank you so much for kind support, as the moment was rather... disturbing. ;-)
Hugs and good cheer!
Congrats to the anon husband for being so quick on the up-tick! There is no guilt there, you wounded nobody, go, listen to good tunes - exorcise the earworm!
He's a musician -- he's trained. ;-)
Thanks for good advice -- this earworm has bored in, I can tell you!
[hugs hugs and distraction from such a displeasing link]
Sweet Caroline. Waa waa waa.
Hahahaha! That is awesomely hilarious.
It is hilarious and horrifying all at the same time!
I am highly sympathetic to earworm-sensitivity, especially as I made the mistake of putting the Mamma Mia movie soundtrack in the car this morning. Well, it was COLD and DARK and MISERABLE and I NEEDED some aural sunshine. However, no one needs Colin Firth's singing, bless him. No one.
Oh, A! That CD sounds most... unhelpful. [pets you and sends you tea] [also, hugs]
When did judgment become a bad thing? Just means you know what you like. You don't have to like everything, that TPTB.
Raises glass of bubbly (Coke or champagne, either one).
You are wise, ALH! [pours you a glass of bubbly] [sends gratitude and hugs]
I see that I've left something out of my sentence above, but then I've been more than a little vague of later....
Funny side note, I'm taking my parents to see Neil Diamond on Thursday night.
And here I always thought it was 'Sweet Carolee.'
Don't tell me if Mr Diamond makes a sound like a duck after singing the chorus, please! ;-)
Hugs and a good time at the concert, too. :-)
HUGS and Happy Thursday, Lori.
Never mind the (mostly) pointless anecdote --