I was in the bank the other day there was a man in his late twenties, slouchy pants, truckers cap and sick beats emanating from his pants pocket. I assume it was his pocket. Gosh I hope it was his pocket. And I assume they were sick beats, I really don’t know much about townie music. The music thumped just loud enough to hear, not from hisĀ ear-budsĀ but from the speaker of the phone.Ā Like he was the composer of his own personal soundtrack.
I’ve never been proud enough of any music I listened to toĀ have assumed that EVERY ONE wants to hear it. But he was. Even when he was called to the teller the music continued to play in the background. I could tell that the woman behind the counter was a little bit distracted by it. Either that or she has a thing for baggy pants, because she kept staring at him, you know, in that general region.
Awkward. Trust me. Haha.Ā
But she battled through, finished the transaction and soon our sick beats friend was loitering musically out the door. The lady behind me said weird just loud enough to be heard. The teller had a half smile on her face. Bemused is probably the best description to describe her face. Then it was my turn and I was a little sad to not have anything to offer the crowd. I considered busting into song myself but was a little shy.
The funny part is that I often have a soundtrack rolling around in my head. A literal the word match what’s happeningĀ musicalĀ style one. I hear a news story about Schoolies and I hear that song that has the chorus that says ‘you better watch out for the schoolies {?}’. I see a red light and I hear ‘STOP, in the name of love..!’. Really, that’s what it’s like up here. An all singing, all dancing cheesy musical where someone is singing my life as it happens.Ā I kind of envy the quiet mind and sick beats of the man in the bank.
Naaaah, who am I kidding. I LOVE a good musical.
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Ha! Yeah, music plays around in my head constantly too, the sound track to our lives… I often wonder if these will be acurately portrayed by family members in our funeral music when we die?…. ahem sorry, that sounded a touch more morbid than I meant it to lol!
I know what you mean though! I often think, I bet they choose lame songs but I’m not game to write them down because I change my mind every day pretty much. I’ll just have to wait and see. š
Sounds like he had a party in his pants! It really annoys me having to listen to other peoples music, it’s like a form of pollution. I’m busy enough with my own musical going on.
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I should have guessed that you would make the party in the pants joke. HA! I’m glad you did.
Yeah my life is a giant musical too. Sometimes I share my song and throw in a little dance for those lucky people in my life. Mr Black doesn’t believe me when I make up a song to what I’m doing/thinking/feeling sometimes because I am just THAT good. But then again you know exactly how good I am *waggles eyebrows* Heh.
I think that’d be hilarious to see someone going about their day with music playing along.
It really was hilarious, took me awhile to figure out that it wasn’t a car on the street or something. But then I was like, well, whatever, have fun dude.
AND YES! I knew you’d get it. We just get each other. Because I knoooooow how good you are. Eyebrow waggle returned!
haha i love this! My life is a musical, and half the time its not only in my head; im always humming along to something (at least i can hold a tune lol). It slightly annoys me and baffles me when i see people like him, just cruising along sharing their music with the world, but i often wonder if people would put up with it if i did the same with my country music lol. It would have been awesome if you had have burst into song, total ice breaker. Something like you’e so vain, but with some lyric changes… “you walked up to the teller, like you were walking into a club, Your pants mysteriously playing a dubsteb track; it sounded like ‘bangerang’. you had one transaction to complete, and the teller, she was lost. I had a dream that you’d purchase some headphones, purchase some headphones and… you’re so vain”
Yes! That exactly. And seriously, if I had an award for coolest comment you’d win. I was singing along and laughing at the same time. THE BEST. Don’t let it go to your head though. Hate to see you end up vain. š
haha thanks Suger!! everytime i hear carly simon now i will think of this story lol
I certainly hope so! Haha.