Day Eight: A Song That You Know All the Words To
This one was a completely easy choice. And yes, I’m totally showing off.
To me, it’s sort of like the old “Magic Eye” books — remember the books of pictures, made up of smaller pictures, that made a 3-D image if you focused your eyes just so? The pictures, autostereograms, required you to “diverge” your eyes in order to see the 3-D portion.
Back in the ‘90s, when these became popular, every time we would run across a Magic Eye book, I would pick it up and look; this was mainly to tease my husband, who never could manage to see the three-dimensional image. “It’s a flower… it’s a boat… it’s a penguin!” (It’s really the only thing that having an astigmatism ever really did for me.) When I learned all the words to “One Week”, by the Barenaked Ladies, it served somewhat the same purpose.
“One Week” was the number one song in the fall of 1998. That was the same year I began working as an attorney for the state, and in September, we had staff meeting at a Tennessee state park in the middle of nowhere. Okay, “middle of nowhere” may be a bit extreme, but it was literally as far away as you could get from an interstate in southern Middle Tennessee. You could say I had a long drive to get there.
So, in order to keep myself occupied and awake on the five-or-so-hour drive, I popped my CD into my new car’s player and proceeded to spend a big chunk of the time learning all the words to “One Week”. If you’ve never heard it, it’s a very fast song, with a whole lot of words, and a chorus that never repeats exactly. It also includes a stream-of-consciousness rap section that is very random; it’s not nonsense, exactly, but it doesn’t make just tons of sense, either.
By the time I returned to Knoxville, I had learned the song and could sing along just as fast as the recorded version (even BNL doesn’t sing it quite that fast in concert). And my dear husband never could quite get the hang of it. We would listen in the car, and he would just shake his head at me, roll his eyes, and smile when he couldn’t quite keep up. I tried again recently, and I still pretty much have it. Not a big accomplishment in the grander scheme of things, admittedly, but I’ll take what I can get.
Oh, and please don’t think I’m too mean for teasing my husband that way. I didn’t really learn the song purposely to mess with him. And, I promise you, he has no compunction about whistling in front of me, knowing full well that I’ve never been able to. It all evens out.