June 12, 2008
Muse-ically WatchingPosted by Bryan
As I write the next book, I began an alphabetical musical journey on the iTunes. The total excursion will be epic in scope, but we're taking it one bit hit wonder at a time. This morning, I started at Jackson Browne's Doctor, My Eyes (which is soooo much better than Wilson Phillips' version, which immediately follows it on the playlist). I was mildly distracted in a good way as Jerry Seinfeld shared his bit about doctors (When you go to the doctor, there's no chance of not waiting...THAT'S the name of the room). All is well as I continued, skipping along the musical soundscape, stopping and sniffing deeply at the proverbial roses offered by Casting Crowns ("Does Anybody Hear Her?").
But then, in a moment of perfect synchronicity, the big brass band of Chicago stopped me with the musical question Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?
Captivated by the gentle bugling of loud horns, I replayed the song to understand it better. No....nothing deep here. This song is literally about being stopped in the park and being asked for the time.
To me, this song seems like it was written in an environment of a lot of recreational pharmaceuticals. Here's the conversation as I imagine it.:
Peter Cetera (because he's the only member of Chicago I know by name): Hey, does anybody know what time it is?
Chicago dude on Keyboards: Whoa....I never thought of it that way before...
PC: What?
CDOK: Does anybody REALLY know what time it is?
PC: Well, my watch isn't working, and I need to know what time it is. It's important.
CDOK: Yeah, man...it IS important. But it's more important to know that we really DON'T know what time is....none of us do, man....
Chicago dude on Drums: Dude, there's a clock on the wall right behind you.
CDOK: No, man...does ANYBODY REALLY know what TIME it is?
CDOD: If you'd move, I'd tell you.
CDOK: That reminds me, I was walking in the part just the other day and a man asked me what time it was on my watch...so I told him...but, man...now I wonder...
PC: Does anybody REALLY KNOW...does ANYBODY care?
CDOD: Wait a minnit...let's put some horns and piano behind that...I think we might have something there.
PC: This is useless. I ordered that pizza like an hour ago.
And the rest is history.
Now, if you want to know something totally freaky...while the song was playing, I clicked 'random' and the very next song it jumped to was....that's right....You Can't Touch This. All of Chicago's questions were answered with the definitive command...
Stop! Hammer Time.
(pausing for effect)
Okay...that didn't really happen. But it would have been so very cool if it had. Although, I admit that I can never remember if we're supposed to move our clocks one hour earlier or one hour later during Hammer Time.
Seriously... you are hilarious. And all of this comes out of your head when you are writing about world religions? I gotta get the book when it's published.
Posted by: Jennifer at June 12, 2008 11:27 AM