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Dec. 17th, 2006
CHEEK-o-pah!
Dec. 17th, 2006 12:36 pmI don't usually post my dreams, since they're usually only of interest to me, but this one was hilarious. This is exactly as I dreamed it:
I was watching Paul & Storm again, but it was just Paul, and he was doing standup. He stood there for a while looking uncomfortable, then said, "Well, I was supposed to be riffing on the Bobs' performance here, but they've apparently decided not to come up on stage. So I guess you'll have to imagine they're performing that big hit of theirs, and I'll play along with them." Then he stood there silently for a really long time, obviously counting beats in his head, until the audience started tittering, and then he suddenly burst out with "DUN DUN DUN DU—oh, shoot, I was off."
Then Storm came out, and they started singing a "sequel" to their Opening Band song in which they claimed to be the real band ("We're what you came to see / and we won't leave the stage") until they were joined by the "other members of DaVinci's Notebook" (one of whom was a young Pakistani woman) and launched into a fabulous a cappella Bobs parody.
Then the Bobs came out and told the audience we could drive DVN off the stage by singing along with their individual parts until they gave up and went home. The alto part was easy, a standard repetitive round, and she (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nautiluspq?) soon gave up and ran offstage. But the soprano part was a high-pitched "CHEEK-o-pah, CHEEK-o-pah, CHEEK-o-CHEEK-o-CHEEK-o-pah," over and over, and I sang along with them until my chest and diaphragm started aching, and there were somehow half a dozen sopranos now, and they were spinning around on a turntable with a garland of Hershey's Kisses. I had to eat a Kiss on every revolution, and keep singing, and was soon on my knees clawing for kisses and gasping for breath, and the audience was on its feet cheering...
And then I woke up to reggae Christmas on the radio.
I was watching Paul & Storm again, but it was just Paul, and he was doing standup. He stood there for a while looking uncomfortable, then said, "Well, I was supposed to be riffing on the Bobs' performance here, but they've apparently decided not to come up on stage. So I guess you'll have to imagine they're performing that big hit of theirs, and I'll play along with them." Then he stood there silently for a really long time, obviously counting beats in his head, until the audience started tittering, and then he suddenly burst out with "DUN DUN DUN DU—oh, shoot, I was off."
Then Storm came out, and they started singing a "sequel" to their Opening Band song in which they claimed to be the real band ("We're what you came to see / and we won't leave the stage") until they were joined by the "other members of DaVinci's Notebook" (one of whom was a young Pakistani woman) and launched into a fabulous a cappella Bobs parody.
Then the Bobs came out and told the audience we could drive DVN off the stage by singing along with their individual parts until they gave up and went home. The alto part was easy, a standard repetitive round, and she (
nautiluspq?) soon gave up and ran offstage. But the soprano part was a high-pitched "CHEEK-o-pah, CHEEK-o-pah, CHEEK-o-CHEEK-o-CHEEK-o-pah," over and over, and I sang along with them until my chest and diaphragm started aching, and there were somehow half a dozen sopranos now, and they were spinning around on a turntable with a garland of Hershey's Kisses. I had to eat a Kiss on every revolution, and keep singing, and was soon on my knees clawing for kisses and gasping for breath, and the audience was on its feet cheering...And then I woke up to reggae Christmas on the radio.
