The morning DJs I listen to on 94.7 Alternative Portland ask people for themed song suggestions – for Greg Glover it’s the “Eight at Eight,” for Tara Dublin it’s the ”Gimme Five” (she gives the listeners a word or a topic, the listeners suggest songs with that word or topic) – and I’ve made suggestions. Not necessarily good ones. A couple of days ago I e-mailed Greg to suggest eight songs that have to be edited for language; I decided that because I remembered that those perverse boys in Pink Floyd released as a single the song “Not Now John,” where the lead singer and even the backup girls repeatedly drop the “F” bomb. Greg actually liked, or at least was amused by, the idea. (Though in the single version they all sing “Stuff all that” instead of, well, you can guess!)
But today, when Tara asked for songs or bands with the word “Wonder” in them, I e-mailed her to say I wouldn’t suggest “Geek Like Me” by The Wonderstrucks (and I included links to the song and the band). She e-mailed me to say she wasn’t familiar with them, so she’d take my word for it. I then explained why that would’ve been a perverse suggestion: the lead singer-songwriter of The Wonderstrucks is Rick Emerson, who got fired by Tara’s bosses at Entercom, which inspired the Coffee Cup Crusade, where annoyed Emerson fans mailed lots (thousands?) of coffee mugs to Rick’s former bosses. I also apologized; I was suddenly imagining a nightmare scenario of Tara looking at the links I’d sent, and of a higher-up realizing that she was looking at the source of a lot of tsuris at her company. Tara’s good people, so I told her not to look. She understood.
I’ve had weird ideas like that lately. And one idea kind of bothered me: part of me wanted to start recording what my officemates say, and play it back to them. Because, as I’ve said before, it’s often a litany of annoyed noises and complaints they’re making, and no-sense-of-proportion ranting about how they’ve NEVER had so much trouble and how things ALWAYS go wrong and stuff NEVER works. And I wonder if they really hear themselves, how negative they are, how often they sigh and moan. But then I wonder why I’m so concerned about that. (And I also realize that I’d get into all sorts of trouble if I ever did anything like that; confidentiality concerns, after all, it’s a hospital. But heck, I’d probably get grief just for pointing out in conversation “Wow, do you guys find joy in anything?”)
So my ideas…could use some work. Better ideas need to happen.
Wednesday morning edit: Oh, I meant to include another perhaps-not-that-good-an-idea. My friend slipjig asked me for suggestions for his next CinemaBowl poll. He'd decided against Worst Films; he eventually decided on Best Directors (going on now!); I said that maybe he should do a poll of the most overrated movies. I already had a candidate.