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When I ws little I thought the Stevie Wonder song "Isn't she lovely" was all about me and my dad had got him to write it for us. And the gurgling at the beginning was me. I think it started because soemone made my dad a mix tape and said "this song is especially for Tata" on the tape before it came on.
I was very disappointed when I found out it wasn't.
When I was young, I did not know what Head-banging was. So, when someone once told me to head bang, I started banging my head on my desk. I think it took me a while before I figured it out. Yeah, and thanks to those who let me keep hurting myself.
I timed a song once when I was little (2:42 by "one-mississippi, two-mississippi) and thought that all songs were this long.
I believed that my slow-witted best friend had made up the song "Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane!" because ... well, it was so stupid! She told me it was a real song, but I just didn't believe her.
I used to believe that when people on the radio sang "I love my baby" or "me and my baby" or "hey baby" they were talking about infants. I was very confused by "my baby left me." I believed this until I was 11 or 12.
I was watching a music video with my older sister in which the band members were throwing paint over each other in slow motion. I think it was "Freeze Frame" by J. Gile's Band.
My sister blurted out, "That's not really them though, 'cos they have to sing the song, right?"
My sister was eleven at the time.
This isn't a belief, but an amusing old irrational fear... when I was around 5-6 years old, I was TERRIFIED of the music that would play in the castle levels of Super Mario Bros. (1-4, 2-4, etc.) The bass would make the speakers on my TV vibrate. I used to get all the way up to Level 8-3 using warp zones, then reset the game and play over again. I got so upset when a guest at my house didn't use a warp zone that I ran into my room, cried hysterically, and vomited.
I had a pet canary that died. I cried until my dad consented to having a "burial" for it. He put it in a shoe box and we took it to my mothers flower bed to bury it.I fussed 'til he said a few words(he literally said the phrase"a few words")Then he "sang". Now,my father could NOT carry a tune in a bucket! He,in his gruff voice sang,"fiddle-dee-dee"over and over again to some unknown and off key tune.That satisfied me at the time. Now we recall the event and laugh.I am 51 and he is 81.
In the Beatles song "When I'm 64", the line "..Will you still feed me, when I'm 64?" confused me. As a very small child I had already mastered feeding myself and couldn't understand how Paul McCartney would still require someone to feed him his meals on a spoon at the unbelievably old age of 64.
I used to belive that if I put my finges in my ears when i sang noone could hear me
I believe the hokey pokey really is what it's all about.
I used to think that the top 40 music charts were agreed on every week by a group of grown ups who decided which songs they liked best.