Oh God the mother of all earworms July 19, 4: This slight, two-minute instrumental from originally with lyrics by Cissy Wechter has become so popular as 'waiting room music' and 'hold music' that it's become a cliche of the genre, and it's quite likely that you've heard at least a snippet of it at some point in your life.
Perhaps repeatedly, late at night, at your local supermarket? The song's infectious melody has spawned innumerable homages, ranging from interesting to amusing to thought-provoking to imbecilic to bizarre.
As soon as I read the Dating Game reference it started playing in my head and will now be there all day. And I can't even follow many of the links, as youtube is blocked on this computer at work.
It was for the Mazda GLC. As soon as the music begins, any person or situation will immediately become ridiculous, and will remain so for the duration of the tune. Talk about exploiting the analog hole. Elevators everywhere are rejoicing! When it came time to test it out, we burned a CD that consisted of nothing but this song, repeated 22 times, then drove downtown and blasted it at top volume with the windows down for over 2 hours, while trying to look as serious as possible.
That was so much fun. Also, read the first tag to say "herbal pert". Thought it was some new shampoo. I will now annoy my wife all day walking around humming "bababa baa badada daaaa Consequently there is very little video footage of the red-eyed master and what does exist would be unsuitable for unrestricted viewing.
Just slap 'em over the top and the content instantly becomes comedy gold. I just never put it all together til now. PM- thanks for getting Spanish Flea out of my head- that was awesome. Got an execrable pop song stuck in your head? God, wouldn't that be great?
I guess that's why I never put it all together. And in an odd coincidence, having "The Spanish Flea" stuck in my head makes me feel like I've got about a week to live. Of course, now I have both of them. And then I put it back down. Tijuana Brass music is so easy to like which is what makes it so despicable. But I like it anyway. What are the odds? The man has his whipped cream stained fingers in every corner of the music business.
I must confess that the first Herb Alpert record I got my hands on I melted down into a candy dish. A nice one, mind. So that's one less on the thrift store shelves. But then later, when you grow up and discard the fears of childhood, you buy Alpert's version and put that sucker on loud early Sunday mornings and Rumba the stuffing out of your wife.
Thus passing on the horror on to your kids. As it should be. The Art Car - and billions more to go. Seriously, I think it's some kind of fundamental cosmological law that requires each and every thrift store in the US to have at least one Herb Alpert album. I've been to thrift stores out in the middle of nowhere - in a town listed as being less than people - where the entire offerings of the store consisted of the following: And 15 copies of assorted Herb Alpert albums, all hidden behind the one album that was not Herp Alpert.
Which, in this particular instance, was Electric Light Orchestra. My theory is this: If you buy the very last copy of any Herb Alpert album at any given thrift store, that thrift store will immediately cease to exist.
You'll exit the store with your smarmy, dirty copy of Whipped Cream, and if you bothered to turn around to look at the store, you'll find that it has been mysteriously replaced with a chain store of suitable mundaneness.
If the store didn't vanish upon buying what appeared to be the last or only copy of a Herb Alpert album, you didn't get the last one. They have another copy, probably hidden in the back. Supporting this theory is the fact that many thrift stores know this to be true, particularly the large national chain stores. The Goodwills, the Salvation Armies, the Savers. They all know this, and to protect their stores by hiding Herb Alpert albums throughout the store.
In a big thrift store, you can find Herb Alpert albums in nearly every segment of the store. You'll find them in the shoe racks, in the disused toy aisle, in housewares, taped to the bottom of various bric-a-brac shelves- everywhere. And this is why no thrift store anywhere will ever refuse a donation of any Herb Alpert album, in any quantity. Try it some time.
Bring an entire truckload of nothing but hundreds of identical copies of Whipped Cream to any thrift store and just see if they can refuse. I managed to nearly injure a neighbor in college with a Transition Of Much Horror.
Needless to say, when the strains of that started up, we on either side of him knew we were in for a long tiring night, for indeed, she was a very vocal young lady. Therefore, because we were college-aged, single, and transcendently evil, we decided to do something about this. We snagged his tape of 'The Four Seasons', and copied it. One of our number, whose bed was against the wall matching with Romeo's, ended up being able to practically recite the times when things would happen.
So we had that to work with. And right about the time the actual sex started Vivaldi transitioned with no warning at all to The Ramones. And thus blared forth 'Sedated'.
We then went down to the soccer field, because we didn't want to know what happened next. But there we go: The 2 story I have about that basically goes: And to keep this being totally utterly offtopic, I am using Electric Light Orchestra's "Do Ya" to get 'Spanish Flea' out of my head, as it leapt in there when I remembered about it being used on the Newlywed Game.
Googling for source didn't help at all and I don't recommend you try it posted by Brainy at 1: Just listened to iTunes clips of both songs several times and figured out why I'm always confusing the two songs -- they're basically the same melody, just at different tempos with different grooves underneath Tijuana Taxi is faster and has honking horns