Bond//Cars, Part Two
Apr. 28th, 2005 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleI've had a rhythm stuck in my head for the past several years. Not all the time, you understand, not constantly, but chronically -- every once in a while it will pop into my head, and I will go "What the hell song *IS* that?". And I will try to think of what lyrics go with that rhythm, and fail. I thought it was something about "our fine feathered friends", but there was an extra syllable between what I thought was "fine" and what I thought was "feathered", which always left me puzzled. Our fine fine-feathered friends? Our fine bright-feathered friends? No clue. Nothing made sense.
Until this morning, when I hopped in my car to come to the office and had All Things Considered on my radio. They were doing a story about the guys who wrote the music for Mary Poppins which was mildly entertaining, and met my criteria for NPR I can stand to listen to in the morning, which is to say that it wasn't about the current administration doing something reprehensible that might make me want to vomit (I don't listen to a lot of NPR in the morning anymore, since most of it tends to fall into that category).
Then the story moved on. The brothers, it seemed, had also been contracted to write music for a film based on Ian Fleming's only children's book, the story of a flying car called Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. The composer talks about writing the theme song based on what the engine of the car was supposed to sound like, and the song started to play in the background. I'm listening idly...
Oh Chitty You Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We love you.
And Chitty, in Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang what we'll do.
Near Chitty, far Chitty, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.
Holy crap! Five years, ten years maybe, this has been rolling around in my head, looking for something to connect to, and there it is. It was like that point in a symphony where the music, having wandered through a number of key changes that make the listener feel a little bit confused or irritated, and they don't know why, finally resolves into its original key, and you're like "Ah, things are right with the world again". Tonic, and all. So anyway, thanks NPR, for allowing me to regain another little bit of processing power that had been tied up in a useless process for a really long time.
Until this morning, when I hopped in my car to come to the office and had All Things Considered on my radio. They were doing a story about the guys who wrote the music for Mary Poppins which was mildly entertaining, and met my criteria for NPR I can stand to listen to in the morning, which is to say that it wasn't about the current administration doing something reprehensible that might make me want to vomit (I don't listen to a lot of NPR in the morning anymore, since most of it tends to fall into that category).
Then the story moved on. The brothers, it seemed, had also been contracted to write music for a film based on Ian Fleming's only children's book, the story of a flying car called Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. The composer talks about writing the theme song based on what the engine of the car was supposed to sound like, and the song started to play in the background. I'm listening idly...
Oh Chitty You Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We love you.
And Chitty, in Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang what we'll do.
Near Chitty, far Chitty, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.
Holy crap! Five years, ten years maybe, this has been rolling around in my head, looking for something to connect to, and there it is. It was like that point in a symphony where the music, having wandered through a number of key changes that make the listener feel a little bit confused or irritated, and they don't know why, finally resolves into its original key, and you're like "Ah, things are right with the world again". Tonic, and all. So anyway, thanks NPR, for allowing me to regain another little bit of processing power that had been tied up in a useless process for a really long time.
