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Not only could I not quit hearing Harry Nillson’s “Put the Lime in the Coconut” after a I heard it the other day, I kept moving to the rhythm as I was working around the house.
This funny thread would segue nicely into the "songs you just can't stand" thread...
I worked for a yacht maintenance company for a rather interesting year or so; wrestling with rusted fittings, stripping and applying varnish, scouring teak, polishing endless miles of chrome, scraping barnacles off bottoms, removing sun-dried, gull-digested squid off gelcoat with a fingernail. Of course you do give every other method a try, but end up going back to the fingernail.
One of the marina's yacht brokers had a rigger who installed the finishing touches on their customers' expensive new toys. He was a big band performer in his previous life and defaulted to whistling the same few tunes over and over while he was working. Never knew which tunes they were, but to this day decades later, if I get a whiff of varnish or some other marine chemical his whistling starts replaying in my head. At this particular marina, boat owners were never around on weekdays, only the folks who actually maintained their toys. On days the whistler had a job somewhere else, the harbor seemed eerily quiet. Until someone lost their footing on a slippery deck and fell into the water. Then the whole place would erupt in laughter, hooting, and catcalls. If someone asked where to find the rigger, we'd tell them to stroll the docks until they heard big band tunes. Never failed!
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Not only could I not quit hearing Harry Nillson’s “Put the Lime in the Coconut” after a I heard it the other day, I kept moving to the rhythm as I was working around the house.
For some reason I start humming Scott Joplin rags when I do household chores. My dad loved jazz and ragtime and built up quite a record collection. My mother played them when we all had tedious work to do. That irresistible rhythm got everyone's toes tapping. At least they didn't have obnoxious lyrics.
I have always likened it to a 6th sense ….the ability to sort through and hear all kinds of hand patterns and rhythms in my head.
When I used to ride the subway I would hear things in the sounds of the wheels and rails .
One time we were doing a show in Montreal and I do took Amtrak up …
By the time I got to Montreal I had put together some stuff in my head I heard going on in the rails and wheels and I actually performed some of it at the show
MJ, as a drummer you may enjoy another version of drumming - punch drumming - hitting the speed to the beat of a song. Here is just a sampling of some of the best punch drummers.
"Joe le Taxi" by Vanessa Paradis. Haunted me for days last week. And I don't even speak French! Ugh!!
Nah. It haunted you because of the Johnny Depp/Amber Heard trial.
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