This morning I was driving to work and, as I got in the car, noticed the song that had been running in my head earlier in the morning was now on the radio at about the point that was cycling in my memory. The next song that came up next was "Let's here it for the boy" from Footloose, which I realized as I drove down the road I know every word. Put this on top of "Bust A Move" by Young MC, all the hymns and songs from 1890 to 1960s I need to know from hospice, and you get just a glimpse into the repertoire that runs through my brain. So sad, so sad. There has to be something better that could take up that space, at least where "Bust A Move" is concerned. If only there were a recycle bin in my brain. I'll bet I could have a significant finding that would benefit mankind if I could simply erase the really unimportant knowledge I possess.
Maybe that's why my dad wants me to try to go on the "Singing Bee." Will I do it? Nah
happy music to you
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