Last Tuesday, I came into the living room, sighed heavily, and sat on the couch. My mom turned to me and said, "Its been one of those days has it?". As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I heard the volume of four harmonizing doowop girls fade into my consciousness and these words. "Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this, my mama said! Mama said! Mama said!" (please listen to it at this link, it really enhances the story!).
I know that in the past I have talked about my ability to really get a song in my head. For example, last November on this blog I blasted B.I.N.G.O. for its very existence and the fact that Ari had learned it at his Chinese kindergarten. Ari still refers to it as "that song that you really hate Mommy".
Well, these four miniature doowop girls have been bopping and swinging around in my head at all hours of the day and night for the last five days. If I wake up at 3:00am, its a guarantee that I'll hear them again ("Mama said! Mama said!") and sometimes I'll even have unbidden mental images of them dancing around up there on a stage, singing their harsh harmonies, the heavy base line booming away. You'd think that I was at a live performance. Naturally, I have come to the conclusion that Krang likes dancing doowop girls and is paying them by the hour to sing and dance for him in their flashy dresses. Krang suddenly seems very hedonistic.
Suddenly I find myself looking to the start of my radiation and chemotherapy tomorrow as a possible method of atomizing these doowop girls and sending Krang spiraling downward into depression. Bring it on!