This is what happens when time meets hands.  Friday night I was surfing the web and feeling a little bored.  I could have used the time wisely and caught up on reading some blogs.  I did not (sorry).  Or I could have been productive and learned a new skill such as sewing.  Didn’t do that either.  I could have expanded my world and downloaded some e-books or for a real kick, picked up an old-fashioned book with actual pages.  Nope, didn’t do that.

Instead, I googled my name.  I know I’m not alone in doing this so don’t judge me.  If I type my name in once, I get a few hits of other Corina’s.  If I type it in twice, I get music videos.

In 1960, Ray Peterson first crooned, Corinna, Corinna.  I forgive him for spelling my name wrong.  Although I did not score my name directly from the song, there’s no telling if it played an indirect part.  It’s kind of a sore subject and one I’ve already blogged about so I’ll let it go at that.  Due to the song and the subsequent movie (fyi I do not look like Whoopi Goldberg.  Though we do have similar hair styles some days) my name is often spoken double. 

The original recording by Ray Peterson is whimsical fun.  The video is a fun watch.  At least it is for me since he is singing my name.  Jealous much?  At times, he looks like he almost forgot the words but he pulls it off.  The end is reminiscent of a Brady Bunch fade but it’s all good.

It’s much better than the updated version done years later.  The name is the same even though I was surprised it was Ray.  It stinks getting old and having it recorded, saved and posted on Youtube for posterity and public. While the original recording is my favorite version of the song, this is my least favorite.  I don’t appreciate the fact my name has become little more than a Vegas act.  Ray looks bored singing it.  Almost like he wishes he never met Corina. 

Dean Martin also sang my song.  This would probably mean more if I was in my mom’s generation.  I first became acquainted with Dean while watching Cannonball Run.  It really isn’t that big of thrill to have a drunk old man serenade me.  Kind of creepy actually.  All you Deano fans can insert my insults here.

There are other versions also.  Blues, polka, even a backyard band in the Philippines is represented.  I’ve watched so many videos I am now singing my song at work.  That is embarrassing.  I think whenever I am having a down day, I’m going to watch a different version as a pick me up.  Just not the old Casino style rendition of Ray Peterson because that would just make me more annoyed.