During my commute to WT I've been listening to a romantic CD sung entirely en Espanol. The drive is 40 minutes each way: suffice it to say I've listened to the same handful of songs at least a bazillion times.
It may come as no surprise then that I'm able to sing along to many of them. Well, to the choruses anyway. But I don't just mouth the words, I belt 'em out in true Karaoke style. Hey, it's a long trip. I've gotta do something to stay awake.
Anyway, one song in particular,"Amor Quedate," is very big vocally and great fun to sing. (I think the title translates to "Don't go" or "Lover stay" or something similar.)
One day, as often happens, I had a crazy thought. What if I heard this song so many times, the chorus got stuck in my head and it's all I could say?
You know, like in that Dexter's Lab episode where he built a Subconscious Discographic Hypnotator to learn French while sleeping - but the record got stuck on cheese omlette, so the only words that would come out of his mouth thereafter were "Omlette du formage!"
Imagine if, no matter what question I was asked, I'd answer with a line from this CD, sung passionately in the manner I'd learned it?
"Does anyone know the formula for determining the slope of a line?" I'd have to scrunch my face up like I was in pain and wail into my calculator "Amor Quedaaaateeeeeee!"
or
"Can anyone tell me how Newton came up with the idea of gravity?" Unable to stop myself, I jump up, throw my arms wide and and cry "Amor Quedaaaateeeeeee!"
egads.
*contemplates the horror*
Maybe I should stick with the radio from now on?
Naaaah. :)
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