Rants and Whimsy is a (mostly) satirical look at life, recounted and retold by the Etherial Wanderer and based solely on her personal observations.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Toxic Waste
So, here I am laying bed all snugly and warm, my head swirling with images of George Clooney about to ravage my body, when I start to sniff, both in the dream and in reality. You know, those brief moments while you're still asleep but at the same vaguely awake. I hear a toilet flush, moments later I feel the bed bounce a little, George Clooney is banished from my consciousness, as I become more aware of a stench filling the room.
I cover my head and think to myself, George Clooney come back, I tightly shut my eyes, and continue albeit vainly trying to get the dream back, but unless George has a violent case of the diarrhea, it isn't happening. Frankly that's just not that appealing to me anyway. A short while later the alarm was going off where the My Dick song could be heard and I slam the alarm, fall back asleep, and again George has returned and all I can think is, NOT NOW....there isn't enough time.
I wake again to a different song and shut off the alarm and ramble out of bed. Thus begins the day.
The My Dick Song Explained
It was 1974, and my mom was very much into pop music and AM Radio, and in our area, KFRC was the station everyone listened to. Dr Don Rose was the AM jock and a powerhouse, telling silly one-liners, talking over the music, singing along, everything a morning jock was supposed to be before shock took over. He'd blow horns, and woke people up with smile. I know it seems silly and pedestrian now but back then radio was supposed to be fun. His wake-up, drive-time slot was number one for a decade; long after I had stopped listening in favor of better music. Music in the 70's was different, especially before Disco and the Bee Gees, but still upbeat, however misheard lyrics are a universal thing especially in the days before lyrics displayed on liner notes, the internet, and closed captioning (for the TV crowd). Hence the My Dick song. A vaguely recalled group called Pilot penned a hit with Magic in 1974. I guess they were Scottish, which could be why I always believed the song was about some guy singing about his dick. Here's the Youtube of the song and you can decide for yourself, is he not clearly singing MY DICK, instead of Magic?
So, for however long it remained on the charts and popular that particular song was played every morning at 7:35, just after the news break on KFRC, has been forever known, if only to me, the My Dick song. Over the years I'm sure I've misheard other lyrics but none have stuck with me the way that song has.
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5 comments:
I love it, love it, love it! What a terrific mondegreen. I think you are on to something there. I have always loved that song, but have not heard it in a long time. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Anyway, one of my favorite mondegreens comes from that Hendrix song...(was it Hendrix?) It was quite clear to me...."excuse me while I kiss this guy". Seems like a strange thing for a male rock star to want to do in the middle of a song.
By George (ahem), he IS singing about his dick! I'd never listened closely enough before. It seems he wakes up to a morning woody and is very proud of that.
Aw, man! I'm ruined to this song now! LOL
You truly are getting prolific with the writing thing here.
I just wanted to give you kudos for giving me something to read.
Sometimes, I have the George Clooney dream too.
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