So here's a good story. One time, I guess it was a few weeks ago, I was at Dave's house with Lauren, playing some good, non-cheaty Monopoly, listening to some music. When I listen to music, I get frustrated if I don't know songs. I can tolerate them, for maybe a minute or two, but then, unless they're really really good, I have to change them. See, I don't know most of Dave's music. We'd already been through Savage Garden, Spoon, Velvet Underground, and all of the Dashboard Confessional any of us could take. In the garage, Dave has the computer set up on a tv moniter, making it all bigger, but very difficult for me to read. So he says, "oh, here, I bet you know this song," and starts it. It sounds vaguely familiar, but I don't know it. "It's Bowie!" Says Dave. "It's not Ziggy Stardust Bowie, which is the only Bowie I really know." I say. Then the song starts sounding really really familiar, such that I almost know the words, only, not quite. And something about that melody...
"Ashes to ashes, funk to funky,
We know Major Tom's a junkie..."
Ah yes, now I can place it. Samantha Mumba did a song like this, called Body II Body. Of course the lyrics were very different, since she was singing for the preteen crowd, 'junkie' is probably a no-no. So that's why that melody sounded familiar.
I was quite embarrassed that I knew Samantha Mumba's bastardization before I knew Bowie's version.
Good story, eh?
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