Early Saturday morning Sandra and I were Inner Thought Radio DJs. You know, you wake up with a song in your head and you just can’t get it out. Yeah, that was us. And for the life of me right now I can’t even think of what song I had in my head. And that’s a good thing…
Can someone please tell me why, when my Inner Thought Radio Station is tuned in, the song is always pretty bad? I mean is it some divine punishment for a dream I had? What is it?? I wake up, and BOOM, I’m bopping around the house singing to myself…
“…We are liv-ing in a material world, and I am a material giiiirrrlll…”
Ok, so maybe that song isn’t so bad. But regardless, a grown man (cough, cough) really shouldn’t be sock two-stepping around the oak wood floors to Madonna so early in the morning. It just isn’t right.
But that’s what it is, right? The Inner Thought Radio Station? We wake up and…There. It. Is.
“….Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind. Hey MICKEY…Hey MICKEY…”
Apparently my mind is tuned to an all 80s station. I have named my station. And when I think of it, I think of it in the most stereotypical DJ voice from the fifties…
“You’re LISTENING to W.H.A.T radio!!! All the HITS, SOME of the time…”
W.H.A.T. radio. As in WTF am I listening to in my head right now? How on earth did I wake up with a Billy Gilman song stuck in my head??
So, it’s like that.
And what Sandra and I will occasionally do, as we did on Saturday, is we’ll torture the other person by revealing the current song playing. It gives the other person the opportunity to change the station, so to speak. I’m fairly certain I was eighties. I’m fairly certain she was country.
Which is appropriate, because I’m a little bit rock and roll, and she’s a little bit country. Like that other husband and wife duo. Brother and sister? Oh…my fault. Nevermind. Maybe we’re not then. Where was I?
Inner Thought Radio. Got it.
What’s really bad at times is that I’ll whistle. So before I know it I’m shuffling down the hallway whistling Christmas songs.
I’m telling ya, the reception on my station is horrible. Sheesh. But I keep it tuned nonetheless. Not like I really have a choice, but I guess there are worse things. Quite honestly, I’ve actually figured out a way to automatically change the station, without reaching for a real radio. I always revert back to the Munsters television theme song. That quirky, bouncy little sixties number that always got me ready for the episode to begin. I can actually whistle that one pretty good. So when I’m sitting here working and I’m rocking Cher in my head…
“…If I could turn back time. If I could find a waaayyyyy….”
I’ll put aside all thoughts of why I’m singing Cher songs in my head and retune my station to the Munsters. I’ll just start whistling and softly all the other songs disappear. Like magic.
That is, of course, until I get tuned into some eighties hair band and my inner spandex and guyliner starts rocking out again!!!
3 thoughts on “Inner Thought Radio”
Understand all too well; mine is The Monkees’
theme song (which is sometimes not a good thing).
PS – I have a feeling Donny and Marie aren’t worried…. Yet. 😉
Ha ha ha…The Monkees are cool too. I sing that theme song out loud when I’m surfing. Don’t ask…
Understand completely. Mine is The Monkees’ theme song. P. S. I don’t think Donny and Marie have anything to worry about 😉