Friday, December 29, 2006

Sing your life

Want to know what was #1 in the hit parade the day you were born? Satisfy your curiosity here.

Looking at my results, I wonder if perhaps music is not destiny. In the month of my birth, the three top hits were, in chronological order, Ticket To Ride by The Beatles, King Of The Road by Roger Miller, and Where Are You Now? by Jackie Trent. Eight countries later, I’m hoping that that gypsy curse has just about worn off.

On the other hand, one more year and my theme tune would’ve been Pretty Flamingo by Manfred Mann. I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet there…

So, what's the soundtrack to your life?


I'm a man of means by no means...
King of the Road.

11 comments:

Vicus Scurra said...

Yes, it starts after I was born. Are you trying to spoil my holiday celebrations?

Ivan the Terrible said...

Don't be silly, Vicus. People don't live to be that old...

rob said...

Trex. Metal Guru. Could've been worse, especially considering what '72 was like in general. Born under a bad sign...

Desargues said...

Cher, Half-Breed?!?!? I am mystified to the point of speechlessness.

R. Sherman said...

In four decades plus, D.O.B. plus ten year increments and 2006:

Teen Angel -- Mark Dinning

Venus -- Shocking Blue

Rock With You -- Michael Jackson

How Am I Supposed To Live Without You -- Michael Bolton

I Knew I Loved You -- Savage Garden

Check On It -- Beyonce/Slim Thug

I do remember the Jackson hit. One of my roomates bought the album to have around on the off chance we managed to lure coeds into our off campus house. It was the perfect thing (along with flaming tequila shots) to get the evening off to a grand start.

Cheers.

Anonymous said...

Dear Mr the Terrible for your info I notice from the Int'l Tribune Herald that Britain has finally got rid of you carpetbagging yanks by paying off our lend/lease debt.

P.S. Ding dong the witch is dead.

Desargues said...

And I remember Michael Bolton's hit. Gosh, it was so terrible!

[Cut to inside.]

BOB SLYDELL
Let's see. You're Michael...Bolton?

[He nods.]

BOB PORTER
Is that your real name?

MICHAEL
Yeah.

BOB PORTER
Are you in any relation to the pop singer?

MICHAEL
It's just a coincidence.

BOB SLYDELL (LAUGHS) TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, I LOVE HIS MUSIC. I DO . I AM A MICHAEL
BOLTON FAN. FOR MY MONEY, I DON'T THINK IT GETS ANY BETTER THAN WHEN HE SINGS WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN.

BOB PORTER
I mean you must really love his music.

MICHAEL
Yeah. Yeah…he, he, he's pretty, he's pretty good, I guess.

BOB SLYDELL
You're GOD DAMN right he is.

[They laugh.]

BOB PORTER
So tell me. What's your favorite song of his?

MICHAEL
Hmm. I, I, I don't know. I mean, I guess, I sorta like 'em all.

The Bobs laugh.

BOB SLYDELL
HA HA! I feel the exact same way, but it must be hard for you, I mean, having the same name as him. I celebrate the guy's entire catalogue.

PI said...

I am not surprised to hear of Snoopythegoon's experience. It was as if he had had a personality transplant and I suspect he is not the only one. What a dastardly thing to do - to steal another's persona.

Colin Campbell said...

A nice blogspot (anonymouslefty.blogspot.com) blog was hijacked for a week around Christmas time, presumably by somebody who didn't like their views. Luckily blogger did the right thing and arranged to give it back. Important to keep your password secure. Interesting story.

Gorilla Bananas said...

Vicus is right, the site is ageist.
Judging by your picture, Vicus, I would guess that The Sun Has Got His Hat On was the hit of your birthday.

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