Guy #1: Jesus Christ! Michael Stipe has a big fucking head.
Guy #2: I was thinking about walking up and talking to him, for the simple reason that I haven’t liked him for so many years.
–The Walter Reade Theater, Lincoln Center
Overheard by: El Cubano
Daughter: You’re always humming that McDonalds song.
Mother: Huh?
Daughter: You know…”da da da da da I’m loooovin’ it.”
Mother: No, honey. Goldfinger. *Ba ra ba rum*
Daughter: Oh.
–Central Park
Very Straight Guy: Hey, it’s not like I’m giving Ellen DeGeneres a claddagh ring!
–Jeremy’s Ale House
Overheard by: Megan Buckley
Hipster: Hey, that’s my favorite song! It’s by Philip Glass!
— Alt.coffee, after employee stopped a CD playing in the background that had skipped and repeated the same sound for a few minutes.
Twit: What’s that song Richard Marx sang?
Chick: Right Here Waiting.
Twit: There’s another one.
Chick: I don’t know.
Twit: It’s going to drive me crazy until I remember. Oh wait! I know! Right Here Waiting for You!
Chick: That’s the same song.
–Winnie’s, Chinatown
Piano Player: This song from 1980 by Christopher Cross is my favorite song in the whole world.
–Piano Bar, UES
Businessman: There was a flatbed truck on 5th Ave. There were all these musicians in it with their guitars, and everyone was chanting Bone-o!.
Woman: That’s U2.
Businessman: Oh, OK. I wanted to say, “Which one’s Bone-o?”
Woman: Which one’s Bozo, you should have said.
Businessman: The little guy; is he Spanish?
Woman: No.
Businessman: He said, “Buenos dias.” I wanted to know if that was him.
–Burger Heaven, 49th St.
Customer: Do you have a recording of Astrud Gilberto singing, “The Girl from Emphysema?”
–Times Square
Where: Diner in Williamsburg
Yuppie on Cell Phone: You should come down! He’s giving a concert tonight at Luxx.
Chubby Chick: Dude, I missed your set because I was hungry!
–Opaline, Ave. A
