Why, for the love of all that is holy, have Alvin & The Chipmunks not been declared a violation of the Geneva Convention Accords?
It's a lovely spring evening and I've just had to close the windows because the family across the alley who have two or three really cute girls have Alvin & The Chipmunks at full volume singing Cyndi Lauper hits.
Oddly, I've grown accustomed to their Hispanic oompa-pah music, but this is about to tip me over the edge. I can't handle it!
I'm five years and seven years older than my sister and brother, respectively. When I was in my early teens*, my brother was about five or six and his favorite album of all time was Alvin & The Chipmunks Christmas. He listened to that album once a day and that was if he was being kind. Otherwise, it was several times a day.
I don't know how my mother kept her sanity. I know I just about went postal. To this day, I can still sing "Christmas, Christmas, Time of Year" unbidden and in a high, squeaky voice. In fact, if I was being tortured and someone told me I had a choice between the Chipmunks and Peaches and Herb singing that odious of all love odes, "Reunited," I'd choose the latter.
Need proof for why I'd choose "Reunited"? Here you go:
And now, thanks to computer animation and CGI technology, Alvin & The Chipmunks have a whole new generation of groupies. Why?! Why? WHY?
I love Daniel Powter's "Bad Day", but the Chipmunks version completely personifies the beauty of Powter's words and why the 'Munks are so, so, so very wrong. So very wrong. Need proof of that, too? Listen to this:
Thankfully, there's actual Daniel Powter to save the potential of a bad day.
And changing the subject, what's up with Good Reads? I tried updating my "Currently Reading" and "Read" queues today to no avail. Not that I've just finished some earth-shattering piece of literature I'm just dying for everyone to know about. I mean, how interesting can knowing more about Kurt Waldheim and Austria be after 20 some odd years? Still, I certainly learned a bit I wish I'd known before I ever lived in Austria. I found the Austrians and Austria to be a bit provincial and quaint, but I had no idea just how rabidly anti-Semitic and pan-Germanic (read: National Socialist) Austria still was in the 1980s. I don't know if it's changed much in the last 20 years, but I would hope so.
And did I seriously just write an entire paragraph about that? Ignore that.
I have nothing more to offer. I'm still imbibing orange soda, but that may end shortly. I'm down to my last two bottles. After that, I'll likely swear off the stuff except when I have occasion to eat at Five Guys. Who needs all the sugar, right?
* Would that be a 'tween today?
** Yes, I mean album. This was in the pre-CD days when we still played everything on vinyl. I'm that old.