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Thursday, April 27
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
by Gene
I'd like to propose a new psychiatric tool, in the same vein as word association and Rorschach inkblot tests. What you, as the therapist, would do, is give the patient a familiar song lyric or tune and ask them to give you the rest of it. And then figure out where in their twisted psyche THAT answer came from.
I bring this up because for most of my life I have smashed together, in my head, a portion of Handel's Messiah and the jingle from the old Reese's peanut butter cups commercial with the opera singer. Here is the transition point:
Unto us the Son is born!
Unto us the Child is given!
(Beat)
...It's delicious! Deliiiiicious!!!
See, I need some help explaining this.
Alas, I am snubbed yet again
People picks its Most Beautiful People'
Comments:
Well, you've got the words wrong to start. The words are:
For unto us a child is born,
unto us, a son is given,
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful, counsellor,
the mighty god,
the everlasting father,
the prince of peace.
But I can see where the Reese's peanut butter cup comes in when the chorus sings. "Wonderful! Counsellor." Yes, I know this by memory. Sigh.
Gene - you hung out with too many chorus geeks in high school if Handel is swirling around in your head.
For unto us a child is born,
unto us, a son is given,
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful, counsellor,
the mighty god,
the everlasting father,
the prince of peace.
But I can see where the Reese's peanut butter cup comes in when the chorus sings. "Wonderful! Counsellor." Yes, I know this by memory. Sigh.
Gene - you hung out with too many chorus geeks in high school if Handel is swirling around in your head.
Yeah, I figured someone would correct me on that. I came close enough. I think Handel's Messiah was something my mother played fairly regularly around Christmas-time, so I'm more prepared to blame that than blame you, Shawn, Will, Anna, and the rest of the choir. Now, if Jay Hammond were in the choir, then maybe you'd be onto something, as she just sent me an email a few days ago.
My favorite part of the Messiah, I think, is when the chocolate/peanut butter dichotomy is fully expressed as being both one and the same, and also, delicious.
My favorite part of the Messiah, I think, is when the chocolate/peanut butter dichotomy is fully expressed as being both one and the same, and also, delicious.
My favorite part is the "All we like sheep" part of the chorus. We always sang, "Oh, we like sheep." Sheila was always sending us murderous glances.
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