I have a small amount of inexplicable guilt that today’s post has nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with Christmas, and nothing even to do with Kid 4, who turns 7 tomorrow (I know – we’re giddy with anticipation, too).
It’s just that I heard a song on the radio this morning, and I had to share.
Aerosmith’s “Love in an Elevator.”
I wish I were kidding. But see, there’s backstory. I have this little problem. I love Christmas. I love all of it, the commercial, the spiritual, the edible, the familyness. And I love Christmas music. Much of it. But I sort of get twitchy when I hear the same songs, sung by the same artists, over and over and over starting in the fall. So I did an on-purpose hiding of the La-La-Songs-of-the-Season radio stations. In fact, when I’m in the car longer than kid pick-up, I have my phone singing to me (“Legally Blonde the Musical” and “The Drowsy Chaperone” lately) and ignore the radio completely. I have heard more talk radio in the past 7 weeks than ever before.
So my radio is tuned to a strange station that plays just pretty much whatever song it finds. It is seriously random. Hence this morning, on the way back from the school drop-off, I hear Mr. Steven Tyler screeching about love in an elevator.
The weirdest part? I knew all the words. That’s one naughty song. And did I mention? I knew all the words.
Also, someone took time to write harmonies to the entire song. Not complex ones, you understand, but the sort we’ve come to expect from 80s metal bands.
Harmonies.
To a song about hooking up in AN ELEVATOR.
And the darn thing won’t leave my head. “Living it up when I’m going down.” Mmm-hmm.
And now I give it to you.
You’re welcome.
Merry Christmas.
(8) Comments for this blog
hahahahahahaha! I laughed so hard when I read this! I can just picture it!
I started my day listening to Johnny Mathis in classic Christmas style! Sorry…but I’ll take Mr. Mathis over Steve any day…even probably a day that’s not near Christmas!
hahahahahahaha! I laughed so hard when I read this! I can just picture it!
I started my day listening to Johnny Mathis in classic Christmas style! Sorry…but I’ll take Mr. Mathis over Steve any day…even probably a day that’s not near Christmas!
Sometimes, you’re just weest littlest bit EVIL.
Just thought you should know. =P
Sometimes, you’re just weest littlest bit EVIL.
Just thought you should know. =P
I thought my chinese farter blog post was bad, but this is so much worse. Thanks for making me feel less like a sinner.
Sadly, the minute I read the words, Love in an Elevator, my brain sung out, “Livin’ it up while I’m going down.”
So bad.
I thought my chinese farter blog post was bad, but this is so much worse. Thanks for making me feel less like a sinner.
Sadly, the minute I read the words, Love in an Elevator, my brain sung out, “Livin’ it up while I’m going down.”
So bad.
I totally hear you about needing something not so…cheery all the time. Now, I love the cheer, really I do, but sometimes I need some craziness chucked in there just for the sake of sanity. Really. Last night, I had a date with Rob Thomas and my husband’s lil’ black car. Bliss.
I totally hear you about needing something not so…cheery all the time. Now, I love the cheer, really I do, but sometimes I need some craziness chucked in there just for the sake of sanity. Really. Last night, I had a date with Rob Thomas and my husband’s lil’ black car. Bliss.