I am having a problem at work today. You know how the last song you hear when you leave the house or get out of the car in the morning has a tendency to get stuck in your head for the rest of the day?
Well, today, listening to the “On Broadway” channel on satellite radio, that song was “I Feel Pretty” from “West Side Story.”
“I feel pretty, ... oh, so pretty, ... I feel pretty and witty and bright!”
I am usually tuned to the '60s or '70s stations but will occasionally check out the Broadway tunes. Hey, if Pete Townshend and Roger Miller can get Tony Award recognition along with the likes of Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim (who were nominated for “West Side Story”), you never know what might pop up. It certainly beats the '80s.
“I feel charming, ... oh, so charming, ... it's alarming how charming I feel!”
Much to the chagrin of folks near me, I am a whistler. If I am not paying attention, I can start whistling a tune without even realizing I am doing it. (Fortunately, I don't sing, except in the car or the shower.) When a song like this gets on the heavy rotation list in my brain, I get some very odd looks from co-workers ... except for the younger generation who, sadly, have no clue what I am cranking out.
“Such a pretty face, ... such a pretty dress, ... such a pretty smile, ... such a pretty me!”
Looks like the only way out of this is to find a country station and get me some Billy Ray Cyrus. If anybody can get this song out of my head, it's Billy Ray.
“Don't tell my heart, my achy-breaky heart, I just don't think he'd understand ...”
“I feel fizzy and funny and fine ... .” Aaargh!
Mike Marin is a cranky curmudgeon who, when he’s not yelling at kids to get off his lawn, likes to complain about the sad state of popular culture, especially as seen through a TV screen. His email address is email@example.com. This column is the personal opinion of the writer and does not necessarily reflect the views or opinion of The News-Sentinel.