I went to Trader Joe’s today, and picked myself up a box of their vanilla Joe Joe’s (like Oreos, only way better), which got me thinking about cookies and music. Which led me straight back to this song.
Everybody has a theme song or two. It’s part of being a human being in the age of (television/cinema/information/digital downloads/choose your poison). Depending on your mood, it could be soaring and inspirational or the saddest emo ever known to humankind. Or it could be amazingly silly, with just a hint of truth.
There really are a lot of songs that resonate with me on a very deep level. I can “hear” myself in a lot of music; it’s part of what makes music such an important part of my life. There’s even a few that I keep coming back to, over and over, as being representative of the person I am and the person I want to be. But I find myself so oddly connected to this little ditty, that I’ve always considered it my theme. I heard it on the Dr. Demento show many, many years ago. (I think Dr. Demento must represent some sort of adolescent rite of passage. Just about everyone I know started listening to him somewhere around puberty and quit right about the same time they started/ended college.) I had no idea who performed it or when it was recorded. For all I knew, it was a listener sending the good Doctor his homemade demo tape, a la Weird Al Yankovic. I’ve got a little more information now, but this will always be the song I heard late one Sunday night and said, “My god, that’s me!” (except for the fact that I’ve never heard anything by the Pousette Dart Band). As life philosophies go, it’s not bad. A little hedonistic, but harmless. The main purpose I think “Music, Sex, and Cookies” serves, and the one thing I think we all need to keep in mind, is that it reminds us not to take things too seriously. Enjoy life. Stop and have a cookie once in a while. I’m partial to chocolate chip myself.