– In one of our concerts a long time ago, when we had a different director, we sang a medley of patriotic songs. One was “When Johnny Comes Marching Home”. It usually goes, “When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We’ll give him a hearty welcome then. Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, the ladies they will all come out and we’ll all feel well when Johnny comes marching home!”
Well there used to be, and maybe there still is, a soup company called “Mrs. Weiss”. As a kid I remember seeing a commercial for the soup and they used that particular patriotic song to advertise their soup, but they changed it a bit. “When Johnny comes marching home for lunch, serve Mrs. Weiss. He’ll need a hearty meal right then, serve Mrs. Weiss! Mrs. Weiss’s noodle soups, satisfies your hunger too, cuz you get more noodles in Mrs. Weiss’s soups!” Well hell I guess that jingle worked, didn’t it? Twenty or thirty odd (very odd) years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday.
– I had something in my eye just seconds ago, and that made me remember something else. I was walking home from high school with a friend one day, when the two of us made up a song/rap about something that I had in my eye all day. All I remember to this day is the first line, “There’s somethin’ in my eye and I don’t know what it is, and it’s been there all day long…”
-Speaking of raps, another friend and I made up a few other raps about our hard times in the suburbs. Harsh, gritty stuff like how my mom worried about me when I used to cover up with lots of blankets during hot, summer nights and how I just rebelled against that crap. Not for the sensitive, people. Eminem wouldn’t be brave enough to touch this stuff. I wish I still had our rough drafts of those lyrics. I just remember rapping, “I said ‘Mama, Mama, I’m not too hot. She said, ‘I don’t care, you shouldn’t be a snot.” And then we’d end that rap with sound effects like “a boom boom bop, a boom boom bop…”. For the record, I don’t think my mom ever called me a “snot”. She’s cool and awesome like that. We did perform the rap in front of her, though. She had every right to call me a snot then, but she just listened with a turned up eyebrow like a patient, tolerant mother.