Weekend Plans Post: The Joke that Still Bugs Me
Back in 1990, one of my buddies had a thing for The Nylons. The Nylons, if you don’t remember, were an a capella group that did a lot of fun covers of songs that I’m sure you’ve heard a million times (and some of their songs even charted). Sha na na na hey hey hey goodbye, The lion sleeps tonight, Happy together…, there were one of the best groups out there that did the a capella thing and they did it for, yes, the longest time. Well, one of my favorite songs they did was a ditty that, as far as I can tell, was original to them. This Island Earth:
A lovely little song that pretty much entirely captures everything you’d want from an a capella song: harmonies, a tenor singing over basses and baritones, whoa-oa-oas and ooooohs in counterpoint to what the lead is doing. Golly, I love that song.
But that’s not the problem.
The problem is that I was listening to a morning radio DJ who was doing his schtick and he was rattling off his morning News of the Weird and asking questions about the story that I don’t remember what they were beyond being neither rhetorical nor thought provoking. I got to the stop sign and he finished hit bit up with “and who was the IDIOT who called it ‘rotisserie chicken’ and not ‘poultry in motion’?”
I almost sprained my finger jabbing the radio console.
For the first thing, I wanted to look up how long that phrase goes back. The OED seems to take it back at least to 1813 where it referred to dance in particular rather than a spectacular way to describe someone you’re mooning over (like in the 1960 song). For another thing, when I go purchase a rotisserie chicken, it has stopped moving. It’s in the little bucket waiting to be picked up and taken to checkout. And on top of that, the term is purely functional and tells you everything you need to know about the chicken. Oh, it was cooked on a rotisserie. Nice. Information instead of a pun.
Argh. That joke just bugs me. Still.
And, worse than that, it comes back to me every single time I re-listen to that song by The Nylons. Which, seriously, I very much enjoy.
This weekend is going to be spent doing a handful of chores and errands, like every weekend. Some games will be played, some jogs will be run, and some dishes for the coming week will be cooked. But no chicken.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “makeout session”. Taken by Maribou.)