Personal Anthems
This morning I had the luxury of spending a bit of time perusing Myspace while Ryan took his morning nap. As I clicked on the links to each of my “friend’s” pages, I was amused by what I found. Most people choose to include a song on their page. In some strange way, their song choice is a view into their secret subconscious.
I clicked on Cyrena’s page and found that she chose Sublime’s tune, “Waiting For My Ruca”. Hearing the dogs bark in the song seemed oh-so appropriate for a girl who loves her dog Damon as if he were their second child. And the fact that she chose that song when she was in her third trimester of pregnancy made it even that much more appropriate. Out of curiosity, I clicked on her husband’s page. I figured I could get a little peek into where his head was pre-baby. “Ghetto Supastar” started playing. Um, ok, not exactly what I was expecting from a UFC and Red Sox fan. I have to admit, I giggled a little.
I then clicked on Meredith’s page. I heard Regina Spektor’s sweet voice singing “Fidelity”. It was the perfect song to accompany the slide show of her wedding, daughter, and their lives together as a family. It was a fantastic representation of her—an artist; stylish, creative and classic.
Following that, I went to Leslie’s page. The first words I heard were Tone Loc saying, “Let’s do it!” I began to crack up, immediately recognizing “Wild Thing”. Only Leslie. That girl cracks me up.
So I continued to click around, going to pages of people I didn’t even know. With every new page, a new personal anthem would play. Some serious, some goofy, and some just downright awful. I found one page that was dedicated completely to the music of William Hung, the American Idol reject. Oh, the humanity!
I decided that it was time to switch up my page a little bit and to add something a little out-of-the-ordinary. Something that would make others go, “What the hell???” Something that might give a little chuckle, or maybe make my friends scream, “Aaaaagh! NOOOOOO!” Who else can do all of this other than David Hasselhoff? Yes, I did. I think “Hooked on a Feeling” fits the bill perfectly. And who doesn’t want to shove a shish kabob skewer in their ear when they hear that “Oooga chakka, oooga oooga. Oooga chakka….”
Let me know if you need me to send you a skewer.
