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OmensMay 16, 2007 In case you didn't know what song was at the top of the pop charts the day you were born, now you can find out here. My friend Wendy, who tipped me off, noted that her birth song, "Heartache," was not a good sign. Au contraire, said I. On her fifth birthday the #1 song was "Heartbreak Hotel" -- clearly this means that she was destined to (happily) marry someone from my otherwise useless hometown, and that several decades later we would wind up in the same writers' group on Martha's Vineyard. My birth song is "How High the Moon," which I'm pretty sure I don't know but the combination of "high" and "moon" seems appropriate. It's probably more significant that I turned seven to "Purple People Eater" and eight to "The Battle of New Orleans." Give me another beer and I could sing the latter all the way through:
Exactly one year before I was born, #1 was the "Third Man" theme. The conspiracy-theorizing numerologists are going to have a field day with that one. On the day I was born (that would be 8 June 1951), the lead headline in the New York Times announced the defection to Russia of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean. When I learned this as a teenager I was thrilled. I was fascinated by the case, especially by Kim Philby, the fellow who tipped off Burgess and Maclean -- and defected to the USSR himself in 1963. Philby was frequently referred to as the "third man" in the case -- get it? Philby was the son of the noted Arabist H. St. John Bridger Philby, an adviser to Ibn Saud. I quoted Philby père on my high school yearbook page: My "advice to posterity" was "Get your facts right, then always go through to the end with whatever you think is right, no matter what it is." The day Rhodry was born -- 17 December 1994 -- the #1 song was "Here Comes the Hotstepper," a song I've never heard by a singer I've never heard of, Ini Kamoze. Long before my puppy's great-great-grands were whelped, the pop chart was topped by "Heartaches by the Number." I don't know that song either, but clearly it means that Wendy, Rhodry, and I were fated to occupy the same turf at the same time. "Heartaches by the Number" was sung by Guy Mitchell. I had an uncle by that name, but he couldn't sing.
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