“As you may have seen in <lj user="news">, LiveJournal has produced commercials. The first commercial is available for download. It features The Blue Danube. Once The Blue Danube goes into your head, it will not go out again. To make matters worse, I have added lyrics to the bit of The Blue Danube they used; these lyrics will also not go out of your head. In this PhonePost, I sing them enthusiastically and badly. Very badly.”
Edited to add: it'd probably help if you saw the post I referred to which links to the commercials. Oh, and now you can tell I really wasn't kidding when I listed singing badly as an interest. I would start a "singing badly" community where bad singers of the world can warble away in PhonePosts on the community, but I'm not sure it's possible to make PhonePosts except to your own LiveJournal. (Can there be PhonePosts to a community with a paid account, I wonder?) Current Mood: pretty silly, evidently Current Music: The Blue Danube (sort of)
I have your phone post on loop. I'm dying. You've officially killed me. I hope you're happy.
"Once you hear the lyric once, the lyrics will stay in your head FOOOREEEVEEER!"
"Thank you...." *in that delightful, posh voice*
And with that, I shall attempt to fall to sleep with the Blue Danube in my head. Yes, I am now the walking dead that needs to sleep. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
While I was at university, there was a student radio station which for a while ran a commercial playing upon the town's high-brow associations in the plummiest of accents, as if it were the BBC broadcasting from Alexandra Palace between the wars or somesuch. The backing track was a traditional, pootling sort of staccato pipe organ. It was very silly. It would have been very good had the station had about three times as much variety as it did in practice.
"Ox-y-gen one oh seven point nine in Oxford Shire, Ox-y-gen one oh seven point nine in Oxfordshire. *kissing noise* Thenk you."
Thank you for being brave and letting people hear you sing badly. You may remember that for your birthday phonathon I sang Happy Birthday on your answering service. In fact Alice and I were both by the phone, but when I started to sing, she didn't. I asked afterwards what gave, and she said she'd had no idea what key I was in. I told her that I don't even know what a key is...
I looked into learning to sing as a resolution for 2004 - that is, learning to sing different notes - but I couldn't find online whether this sort of remedial tuition even exists.
I looked into learning to sing as a resolution for 2004 - that is, learning to sing different notes - but I couldn't find online whether this sort of remedial tuition even exists.
You have officially just made my morning afternoon. :-) And yes, the tune & lyrics do get stuck. Sticky, stickier, stickiest. Stickier than the time Sticky the stick insect got stuck in a really sticky bun. I am going to be singing that all the way to the 6.20pm showing of Peter Pan, and possibly during it.
*laughs* No denial here. Although, I do imagine you put blood, sweat, and tears into those lyrics. They are quite deep, with immense philosophical significance. My life, it is changed, thanks to you.
Ooo and I demand to hear your falsetto again in the future.
Ooo and I demand to hear your falsetto again in the future.
I had never realised that the alt.tv.game-shows 1996 memorial impression of Joanne Worley might ever cross over with the Harry Potter fandom - but it's amazing how those skills you thought you had forgotten turn out to be useful years after the fact, isn't it?
*goes misty-eyed at mention of 1996 alt.tv.game-shows*
