Guess what day it is? (No, Geico camel, wait your turn.)
Here’s some trivia for those who care about such things *cough*. “Monday, Monday” was the first “#1” release with a day of the week in the title, and the only one with Monday. (“Manic Monday” by the Bangles and “Rainy Days And Mondays” by the Carpenters never made it past #2. Apparently The Boomtown Rats’ “I Don’t Like Mondays” doesn’t count because it was British. pfffft)
With the exception of “Manic Monday”, these songs are absolute downers if you pay attention to the lyrics, but more often than not, I get up and get ready for the first work day of the week with the song above on auto-replay in my head. It is ironic that this little ditty, about the lousy feeling that comes with the end of the weekend and beginning of another workweek, is wrapped in such an upbeat melody, and the harmonies delivered in The Mamas & The Papas signature smooth–as-silk style. It’s nearly impossible to feel down, when one hums or sings it, provided you don’t have time to ponder the words or think about how dysfunctional the people making those wholesome sounds actually were.
Of course some Mondays do begin with The Bangles, but when I sing that one in the shower, I know I’m probably butchering the lyrics and that messes with my OCD and then I’m late because I had to sit at the computer and watch YouTube…again. Then it really is a manic Monday. So you see why I’m safer with John Philips and company.
And I know what you’re probably thinking, but believe it or not, I usually don’t sink to the depths of The Boomtown Rats until after I’ve actually gotten to the office. Even then, given how often the scenario in the song has become reality in this country lately, I like to keep that 45 in its sleeve. So I have another cup of coffee, plug in my earbuds, and sing along…ba da, ba da da da, ba da, ba da da da, ba da, ba da da da…
What gets you going on a Monday? Music? Coffee? A cattle prod? We’d love it if you shared.