When the alarm goes off in the morning, exactly no one welcomes the sound. I despise alarm clocks, so instead of hitting snooze, I whack it into silence. Unfairly, too, since it isn’t the alarm’s fault I stayed up until the wee hours. But there’s just no call for strident, piercing noises first thing in the morning.
It’s infuriating and a lousy way to start the day. So, in self-defense, I switched to a radio alarm hoping music would be a kinder awakening, more soothing, which it often is.
The other morning wasn’t only kinder, it was effing hilarious. I’d tuned the radio to an oldies station the night before — it’s fun to change things up from time to time — and woke to ‘Good Morning Starshine’ by Oliver. I hadn’t heard the song in decades, but I sure remembered it. The reason it’s memorable is simple: the song has the dumbest lyrics in the history of music.
Tooby ooby walla? Nibby nabby noopy? Well, what do you expect? The song’s from the 60s and the Broadway musical Hair — ‘a product of the hippie counterculture and sexual revolution.’ But a lot of the credit surely belongs to hallucinogens like LSD and mushrooms and peyote. Those were such crazy times, with everyone flipping out and society in turmoil. Hey, it’s déjà vu all over again.
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