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Walkin' where?

Erin: "Have you talked to your parents lately?"

Me: "Yep, talked to my dad yesterday."

Erin: "Oh yeah, what's he up to?"

Me: "He's in Memphis."

Erin: "What's he doing there?"

Me: "Walking."

Now, I thought this was an absolutely HI-larious answer. My dad was
Walking in Memphis. Too funny, right?

But Erin didn't get it. So I tried to explain by singing the chorus, "You know, the famous song! It goes: I was walkin' in Memphis, mmmm mmm mmm my feet ten feet off of...um...the street..."

Erin: "Oh yeah? Exactly what category of music is that?"

Me: "What category?! I don't know, Bruce Springstein!"

So it was off to Google for us. I found the lyrics and tried to sing them again to her, but the light still wasn't coming on. InTARnet, help us!

A quick search of YouTube turned up this video of the famous Marc Cohn song. Now, I don't know if this video/slideshow is a joke, or if it represents the hard work of an earnest fan. Frankly, I don't care, because it's too awesome for words either way. Enjoy:

Comments

Kate said…
My first respons was: CHER! :)
I can't for my life remember Brucie in that song.. :/
Karin said…
I totally won a bet with my friend Erika because she said that song was by Bruce Springsteen and I said no way. she had to buy me lunch :-)
mama mia said…
I can see where you thought it might have been Bruce, but his voice isn't gravelly enough...is gravelly a word?
mama mia said…
oh...also meant to ask what papa John is doing walking in Memphis?
lehpve said…
This is HI-larious! Especially the catfish!
JohnJohn said…
I will definitely make bets with people about this in the future, especially if they have it on a jukebox in a bar or something.

Papa J is in Memphis preaching at a couple churches. He's quite famous down in that part of the country. I'm sure he was also doing a little walkin', but you'll have to ask him if his feet were 10 feet off of Beale.

Catfish were funny, but I love the touchdown and pouring rain. Erin's favorite is the repeated, blurry shot of a guy walking in an alley (in Memphis?).
mq said…
"Papa J is in Memphis preaching at a couple churches."

JohnJohn: Son of a preacher man.

what?
Bonzer said…
I'd say Bruce was a pretty good guess. Seriously.... Erin didn't know that one? What's wrong with her?

I've seen several other "videos" like this on YouTube. It makes me feel a little sad for the people who have the time to do that kind of thing. Here's one of my faves: http://youtube.com/watch?v=SfMV8BVMEak

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