I have this song stuck in my head, and I’m kind of singing it unconsciously. I’m singing, “Let me sleep on it… baby, baby let me sleep on it… let me sleep on it, I’ll give you an answer in the morning” when I hear this voice from the top of the stairs reply ”I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW! WILL YOU LOVE ME? WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?”
And this is how I become friends with Carrie. Because Carrie and I proceed to do the entire duet, working our way up the stairs towards one another until we meet in the middle for the big crescendo - “IT WAS COLD AND LONELY ON THE DEEP DARK NIGHT!”
Tell us about a time you knew you were on the wrong team.
I was on the wrong team when I thought that current radio single “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” was the ultimate in song writing… until cool kid down the street Chunniy Lewis introduced me to Led Zeppelin. \m/
“No, you don’t understand. I’m one of the Brides of Funkenstein, I used to sing with Parliament-Funkadelic.”
He said, “No shit!”
I said, “Yes, shit!”
Tell us about a time music accompanied a memory for you.
In 4th grade, our class put on a musical. Expecting the lead role (with lots of solos), I was sad to find myself cast in the only non-sing role: lights guy.
Tell us about a time music accompanied a memory for you.
The first time they let me - a lowly audiovisual technician - run the P.A. system at the campus arts festival. I played “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” so loud that students started spotaneously dancing on the Quad and alarmed administrators started running towards me! :) I got a reprimand but kept my job.
He comes from a really tough part of working class Manchester. He writes songs like “Daddy was a drunk, Daddy was a singer, Daddy was a drunken singer, murdered in a flophouse, broke and drunk…”
Even our friends are full of doubt. Our good friend, the musician Sean Hayes, is writing lyrics like “Let’s just play this one out until it explodes into a thousand tiny pieces. What’s your story, universe? You are melodies, you are numbers, you are shapes, you are rhythms.”
Warren and I hear this and we’re pretty sure it’s about us.
Tell us about a time music accompanied a memory for you.
I was stuck in a college bartending job with a horrible boss who liked to “accidentally” grab my ass. The same 45 minute long Christmas CD played through every 10 hour shift from November through January. I still cannot hear “I’m Gettin’ Nothin’ For Christmas” without hulking out.
