New chromosomes, please! (or “And she found her prince…”)
I am not a child of the space age. I desperately wanted to be, and fooled myself into thinking I was for a long time. But no. Take this whole inter-web thing. (Please! haha!) That demon bitch-goddess of digital tube-ways has become hell-bent on making my life an unrelenting series of frustratingly inexplicable mysteries. I just want to use the inter-web as God intended: porn, e-mail and eBay. I don’t know how to download a song. I don’t know what a podcast is. I’m still awaiting a response from Prince Ibrahim Abubaka of sunny Nigeria to tell me he got his Western Union Transfer safely (he’s being exiled, you know - and by his own family!!).
And now this. Blogging. I’ve never blogged before. And if onomatopoeia had it’s way, nobody would because it sounds like an obnoxious body function. So OK, technology, you win. I am throwing in the towel. But not before wiping my sweaty blogspot on it. Oh, there will be blog. I will blog. And what better way to dive into this new frontier than to share another example of my addle-mindedness…
The other night, after rehearsal, the band was talking of rock-and-roll days gone by. During the chit-chat, John mentioned the Bootsauce album Sleeping Booty. That album came out, lo those many years ago, and I giggled at the title much the same way I giggle at farts, but it took John’s expert delivery of said title phrase […Sleeping Booty — pause — looks over — repeat with oral italics and a grin: *Sleeping Booty*] for me to actually “get it”. As God as my witness, I would have gone through the rest of my life not getting the pun of Sleeping Booty.
Holy cow. That’s funny.
The same thing happened with George Clinton’s (brilliant) “Do fries go with that shake?” when, on the Simpsons, Moe said it to Homer. I seriously thought that song was about fast food until then.
What is wrong with me? What gene am I missing that prevents me from getting puns of a slightly ribald nature? In music specifically. And while I’m at it, you know what else I have trouble with? Putting things into slots. But that’s a topic for another time.
OK, bye!
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Now playing: “Touch My Soft-Spot” - the Fontanels
Do you have the Fontanels Live at Hammersmith Odeon? I’ve been looking for that everywhere.
Man, I WISH I could find that record…what an album!! And to think: that recording was their first performance ever — they met only one month before that very show at a ‘Frisco speakeasy trying to pinch a go at it in the back washroom with the drummer from the “Surfaris”. Story goes that one of them fellated him whilst adding an ass-slapping reach-around to the ubiquitous drum beat from “Wipe-Out”. The rest is history. For the Surfaris, at least. If ANYBODY has this recording, I’d love to get a copy…