Earlier this morning No. 3 was watching Rhonda's White & Nerdy music video while my mom and I were coffeeing. A while later I began to be disturbed by the "white and nerdy . . . white and nerdy . . ." refrain that was still echoing in my head.Then, somewhere between Sebastian's back leg and the front door, the refrain morphed into "ridin' dirty . . . ridin' dirty . . ."
Those who know the depths of my acquaintance with hip-hop can imagine my shock.
Then it all came back.
About a year ago I was sitting in the front lobby of the Vines, the community house I was staying at in Oxford, either blatantly wasting time or pretending to study. In the other room some girl was playing Chamillionaire on her laptop (I kind of wish I could read the paper she wrote while so accompanied). She was soon joined by Midwestern Stephen of Indiana and some other guy, who were consumed by great curiousity about her songs, their lyrics, and the cultural implications. She, on the other hand, was not, and responded initially -- as she continued to do at fairly regular intervals for the next half hour -- with "I don't know what it says! I just like it!"
Somehow Midwestern Stephen of Indiana obtained the lyrics for "Ridin' Dirty" and read them aloud, with all the cultural sensitivity of a Midwesterner of Indiana for southern rap/hip-hop. It was really, really funny. Really funny.
And I think I would've forgotten all about it if it hadn't been for Rhonda and Weird Al.
Memories are so strange.
Midwestern Stephen of Indiana
3 comments:
That is so funny Emily! It's nice when old memories come back that you would have forgotten. Something I've been wondering... do you think memories get better with time a) because we forget some of the reality... or b) because we can recall more of what actually happened?
Thanks also for the picture from Oxfold... I could almost cry I want to go back there so bad!!
I think it was actually "Bring back the memories!" wasn't it? :P
Hmmmm. I'm not sure if memories always do get better with time? But when they do it seems like it would be from a combination of those two things -- we forget bad parts, and a good memory that comes back from a long way off is usually a welcome visitor. That probably isn't helpful at all. :)
Oooh, Brendon, that sounds right. Maybe my title should've been "bring my memory back."
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