Strolling through the supermarket this morning with the headphones on and Les Miz on the iPod, I had this absurd vision of everyone in the frozen food aisle singing and dancing along to Master of the House, looking up from where they had hovered over the ice cream display or peeking out from the Elio's pizza freezer, voices kicking in on just the right part - Master of the house/Quick to catch yer eye/Never wants a passerby/To pass him by - and then the shoppers quickly going back to what they were doing as soon as the chorus was finished.
This is where I unabashedly admit that I love soundtracks to musicals almost as much - maybe even the same amount - as I love rock and roll. And I guess that my fantasy of everyone singing along with me as they shop for frozen peas would be the equivalent of playing air guitar. More or less.
I'll go crawl back under my rock now. [Where I was listening to Jesus Christ, Superstar and imagining everyone on my block singing what's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening.]
Hey, if singing in the aisled doesn't interest you, maybe a game of Match Game does. That's right, I was so good last week, Mikey asked me back for another week. Or maybe I was drunker than Brett Sommers and he couldn't budge me from the seat. Here's this week's game. Go play and see if you can match my answers.