Daily Podcast: Hold on Tight to Your Dreams
I can't get that friggin' song out of my head. Even my trusty pop hook removal methodology– humming Elvis' Rock A Hula Baby– won't exorcise the tune from my neurological pathways. I'm not sure what the Hell Electric Light Orchestra's hit has to do with driving an Accord, but whatever Honda paid for the rights, it was too little. If only they'd used the French chorus as well; a nation of American children would know what "accroches-toi a ton reve" means. Or not. I once met a beautiful young girl in Spain who could sing every single word of every single Yes song ever written with perfect inflection– without knowing what any of it meant. Come to think of it, I'm still trying to figure out how you send an instant karma to someone. Anyway, do people really dream of owning an Accord? Someday Pearl, when my ship comes in, I'm gonna buy me one of them Honda Accords. Why not? Those of us in the biz tend to forget how loopy people get over cars. Oh sure, we pistonheads go all loopy over Skyline GT-Rs and Maserati Quattroportes and suchlike. But if you've never seen someone ooh and ah over an automotive appliance, you really should. It teaches you the power of dreams. Oh, hang on. That's it, isn't it? Right. Gotcha.
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