Here’s a fun way to torch five minutes. Click the month and then the day, and it spits out the #1 pop song for that date every year back to 1891.
It suggests you look up your birthday, and also suggests you look up the approximate day you were conceived. I never noticed this until now, but my gestation period might actually have been exactly nine months. Backing up nine months from my birthday lands on my mother’s 23rd birthday.
So what was #1 that glorious Sunday morning at 6:42 when I took that first breath? Three Dog Night’s “Joy to the World.” Well, how absolutely precious. I mean, how could you do any better than that?
Ambling down the corridor to the You Can’t Make This Shit Up department, on my likely conception date we have another Three Dog Night song at #1:
“Mama Told Me (Not to Come).”
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Ok those are funny. My birthday was Dominique” by The SInging Nun. I used to know the words to that song. It’s french. What’s sad is my mom has a serious nun-phobia. I don’t want to think about conception.
My parents divorced 25 years ago. I can’t remember what it felt like for them to be married. That doesn’t make my own conception something I want to think about, but does make it possible in a detached sort of way for exercises such as this.