I know what's in my wife's car CD. HAINES HIS WAY. She's been singing songs from it all week. It's the way she learns new tunes. She'll play it repeatedly until she knows every song on it. She also keeps praising the impeccable song selections and the arrangements. So there are your strokes for the day, BK.
In my CD player is a strange compliation album made by my friend, Roger, called the Super-Fantastic Original Corn-Eating Elimination Jukebox and Light Show with Selected Short Subjects #1...containing such odd numbers as What if the Hokey-Pokey is Really What It's All About?; She's Looking Better Every Beer; Wish I Was a Lesbian; Please Take Your Drunken 15-Year-Old Girlfriend Home.
The curious title of this compliation album pays homage to an annual event that started during my years in the theatre department at the University of Kentucky. A bunch of drunken theatre students were hanging out in the local pub, bragging and betting about what they could eat the most of. One fellow said he could eat the most corn...and my friend Roger, enterprising soul that he was, became the stakes holder for the wager and Master of Ceremonies for the first Super-Fantastic Original Corn-Eating Elimination Contest and Light Show, with Selected Short Subjects. I became this event's annual host when I inherited the apartment the first one took place in. Corntestants were doled out measuring cups of corn onto their plates. The "Light Show" was always the lightest corntestant to weigh in (and, yes, there was a weighing-in ceremony). Selected Short Subjects became the various entertainments with which the bystanders entertained themselves when watching people gobble corn for hours on end became rather inervating. At one point, the various corntestants would break out in song or dance at various intervals as part of the Selected Short Subjects. This bizarre ritual became an annual fixture every November in the Theatre Department and went on for years after I left. I think the record may have been 23 cups of corn. There is a young woman living over in Burbank even as we speak who was a champion of the contest one year, beating the man who became her husband. It was quite an event...one year we had a masked mystery guest. One year a contestant brought his own silverware under lock and key and guarded...Ah, memories....