John Travolta’s ‘Adele Dazeem’ Oscars Moment Destroyed My Computer—But Saved My Ears

I have never heard the song “Let It Go” and it has a winning and charming personality; my incredibly good looks and a few things make me proud of myself.

I absolutely should know that the Oscar for Best Animated Feature in 2014 was won by Frozen. As someone who loves animation, I have a deep respect and admiration for its existence. And of course, I’m a big fan of Frozen, which has a catchy chorus that I’ve definitely heard before. Otherwise, Hayao Miyazaki’s final film, The Wind Rises, is certainly one of the greatest animated films of the 21st century and a prospective nominee.

I also have a great deal of patience for showtunes. However, I must admit that I have not seen the movie that everyone seems to be talking about, as it is not my cup of tea. I strongly believe that commercial works in the media, such as Frozen and Let It Go, are highly uninteresting and lack inspiration.

In 2014, I was living in a very depressing city, studying abroad and feeling very depressed. I was hunched over my wheezing laptop, watching the horribly choppy stream of the 1 a.M. Telecast of the Academy Awards. So I said, “I will hold on to this tradition!” I always watch the live Academy Awards, but it was impossible to do so in the city where I was studying. Anyways!

I felt blessed to have the opportunity, despite lackluster conditions, to message my friends about the Best dresses and worst speeches at the show awards, ostensibly honoring performances and nominees for Best Original Song. I was very excited to see Ezra Koenig and Karen O perform “The Moon Song,” which is a much-loved song from my favorite movie, and even though I am physically barred from disliking it, I found the catchy and poisonously happy “Happy” hit performed by Pharrell Williams quite enjoyable to watch.

I used to dread going to a historically women’s college (the curse of the dining hall), but I have actually become quite good at avoiding it by putting on headphones and playing “Go It Let” in the common room of my dorm, whenever random girls try to play it in the theater room of our dorm. I would brag to my Disney-loving friends about how I have never heard the whole song “Go It Let” and it has become a thing that I made a big deal about.

The Oscars, yet, were finally going to force me to confront my fear, which was hearing this song that trapped me inside my precarious 16-inch monster PC. I didn’t want to risk muting or closing the tab regularly, as it was so unpredictable that it would crash on a dime. Since this set-up was trapping me inside and risking the rest of my life, I didn’t want to close it.

My computer malfunctioned: That’s precisely what occurred the moment John Travolta appeared to introduce “Let It Go,” sung by Frozen actress Idina Menzel.

During her own introduction for “Glom Gazingo,” actor John Travolta gave Idina Menzel a chance to payback by mispronouncing her name, which caused the audience to sit in confusion or stifle their laughter. We all laughed uproariously at home in shock. John Travolta announced her non-existent counterpart as “Adele Dazeem,” not Menzel. We all remember what John Travolta said in his infamous introduction of the performer’s song, unable to read the teleprompter properly.

It was a hilarious instant, a moment perfect for meme-making. How is “Dazeem” easier to pronounce than the name “Menzel”? Did Travolta just make it up, or did it really look like that on the teleprompter when he read the fake name?

I missed the entire performance of “Let It Go” because my computer stopped working. I got nothing done and I don’t know what I missed. I sent frantic texts to my roommates, trying not to unsettle them. It was 3 a.M. And my computer was not working properly. As soon as the camera panned to Dazeem, it immediately cut to black, so I couldn’t truly understand what was going on.

Since that time, consistently, I have definitely experienced the echoing of “Adele Dazeem” within my mind. Up until now, I have yet to listen to the complete version of “Let It Go,” as it is the revered figure of my internal collection of music, and I am convinced that his name was John Travolta. On that particular night, there was someone watching over me and my easily influenced mind.