I was watching some program on the TV the other day – of those classic 90’s comedies with Steve Martin and Martin Short in it. I forget the name though. It’s either Father of the Bride or Parenthood with that guy*.
Anyway, when Martin Short’s character, Franck Eggelhoffer, turns to his German friend to communicate with him in private, neither of them are really speaking German. It’s just gibberish. And I started to tingle just listening to it.
This reminded me of years past when I heard people speaking in nonsensical gibberish, and how it made me feel. It wasn’t the typical schoolyard Pig Latin that kids spoke when they were young - which I disliked - but just random, unintelligible rubbish, so to speak. And it’s even more effective when you make it sound like it belongs to a particular language, by doing an accent, or employing the same sort of pronunciation and so on.
This also reminded me of when people speak in Tongues, also referred to as “Glossolalia”. I’m not knocking it, or religion in general, mind, but I know that my mother, who at one time was a devout Christian, spoke in tongues occasionally, and I often found myself asking her to do so just so I could get a hit, so to speak.
* No really, it was Father of the Bride. I looked it up. I had a 50/50 chance of getting it right.