The Funny Farm

There's A Song In My Head

Once upon a time, I was a deejay. I started out at a campus radio station and proceeded to work doing gigs in Toronto as a party DJ for several years. Weddings and company parties mainly, although I did manage to spend one summer as a DJ on a party boat that cruised around Toronto harbour. One of the most rewarding, and most dangerous, jobs I have ever had. I carted around about five grand in equipment and five grand in music by myself, and often collected client payments while at the gig. I never even considered the possibility of being mugged during this time period - it was the Eighties in Toronto, after all - and I never even came close to having it happen. But I would never consider doing that sort of thing anymore. I have a feeling that I have overextended my karma in that regard.

The only reason I bring this to your attention is to tell you that, like so many others here in blogtopia (y!sctw!), I often listen to music while banging away at the keyboard constructing more bloggy goodness to infotain you with. For some strange* reason, I can't seem to get this song out of my melon:

I got a bone to pick with you Not-so-friendly boys in blue When you come out of the station and into the street Everybody beats a hasty retreat Well it was late one Friday, I'm a little bit wrecked You're on your way "to serve and protect" You buzz out of the cruiser like bees from a hive And ask me if I want to 'go for a drive' (go for a drive?) Chorus: That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess And I made all my statements under duress 52 Division, handcuffed to a chair I'm joining the line up to fall down the stairs I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain 'We're just making sure you don't do it again' (do what again?) Chorus: That's why you're riding on the Cherry Beach Express Your ribs are broken and your face is in a mess 'And we strongly suggest you confess' I confess! I confess I am mystified By the way you're occupied I confess I'm horrified Why are you so terrified? Does the pain get any less if I confess? And I made all my statements under duress... 52 Division, handcuffed to a chair I'm joining the line up to fall down the stairs I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain 'We're just making sure you don't do it again' (do what again?) Chorus: That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express And I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this

A little nugget from the WayBack machine for your amusement: Cherry Beach Express by Pukka Orchestra.

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This entry cross-posted at Open Source Politics

[Ed. Note: minor cosmetic alterations may have taken place. Can you spot the difference?]

Posted by (: Tom :) at May 5, 2004 05:59 AM