Memories… good or bad are often triggered by some assault of the senses. It still amazes me how the sight of a photograph, the scent of a certain perfume. the special touch of the skin, the taste of a spice… can all`bring us back to a time, place and situation.
This happened to me the other day when in a fleeting moment my ears caught a few bars of this song. It triggered a memory of when I was 5 years old watching one of my aunts dancing around and singing along as it played on the radio. Nothing earth-shattering or particularly significant… simply a memory of a time and place that seemed so long ago.
Anyway, for the past few days I have been obsessed with it. One refrain kept bouncing in an endless loop over and over again in my head.
“Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
Not in a crazy and annoying ” It’s a small world after all “ kinda way… that would have sent me screaming to the loony hut. This was more of the smiley, slightly goofy, bop my head as I walk down the sidewalk, kinda thang. So much so, every situation I’ve observed for the last 5 days has had that refrain as a perpetual soundtrack in my head. And because of of this, the most mundane thing has become that much more entertaining.
Distinguished man at the cafe spills coffee over his newspaper.
“Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
Student on the cusp of graduating discovers he has a failing grade and only 2 weeks of school left.
“Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
Rolling the garbage out on “pick-up” day.
“Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
Slightly intoxicated man pays his bill and walks out of the bar.
Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
Pretty girl straightens the hem of her skirt and walks into bank.
“Boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, dee, dee, boom, boom, boom! “
See what I mean? So, you got one?