I’ve just discovered something about myself and I don’t like it! I’m a “music snob”.
I haven’t really given the music of today a chance. How could I when I’ve been stuck in the mind-set that only the tunes of the “good ol’ days” were worth listening to? After all, we could understand the words back then, couldn‘t we?
Well, I’m here to tell you that my eyes have been opened. It happened like this: I decided to prove my theory about the “better music days” and this is just a small sampling of the music that I had (conveniently) forgotten:
1.) “Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey, a kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you? If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey, sing …mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”
2.) “Oh, the flat foot floogie with a floy, floy…..yeah, yeah, yeah, byah, oh, baby! ….flat foot floogie with a floy, floy, ….floy, floy, floy, yeah! Send me on out there!”
3.) “Cement mixer, putty, putty……a puddle o’ vooty, a puddle o’ gooty, a puddle o’ Scooby, a puddle o’ veet concrete. First you get some gravel, pour it on the vout. To mix a mess o’ mortar you add cement and water. See the mellow roony come out slurp, slurp, slurp.”
And of course we can’t forget this classic by the Andrews Sisters:
4.) “Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit……..Now the Rawlson is a Swedish town, the rillerah is a stream, the brawla is the boy & girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream. Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah,… etc., etc. ”
‘nuff said…I guess you get the idea!