Words I Never Thought I'd Say

No, not like that. :)  For many years, I'd been hard-pressed to dream up circumstances in which I'd be willing to sing "My Heart Will Go On."  But then, against several odds, Corndog Addiction became a reality.  I've wanted to have a band that plays the Dead Kennedys' "Holiday in Cambodia" for years, and McMurdo's underground punk scene needed a shot in the arm.  But it turns out punk music isn't always as easy as it sounds.  So we settled on some manageable tunes and punkified some others, including "Time After Time."

I decided not to go into a lengthy disclaimer about Jello Biafra's overblown paranoia concerning left-wing fascism, and just went for it -- instructing people to "come quietly to the camp," and describing how "you'd look nice as a drawstring lamp," then building to peak furor:

Now it is 1984
Knock knock on your front door
It's the suede-denim secret police
they have come for your uncool niece...
you will croak you little clown
when you mess with President Brown

*That's past and current California governor Jerry Brown.  Watch out for that guy, he might really mess things up one day.

Because we only had five songs under our belt, Corndog Addiction played a smaller venue, for a select audience (the band room; twenty friends.)  It was pretty great.

Last week, my former coworkers really outdid themselves.  The galley folks set up a little theater and presented an original play/series of monologues, and then turned around the next night to put on 80s prom.  There was teased hair; there was helmet hair; there was crimped hair; there was a pregnant cheerleader; and I hung out with a friend who was actually of an age to be at prom in the 80s and said the verisimilitude was uncanny.

Perhaps best of all, though, I finally got together with my coworker who's shy about playing guitar.  He played some pretty flamenco stuff, and then mentioned he had compiled a bunch of Beatles and pop charts.  Turns out the acoustics of the chapel are perfect for "Don't Stop Believin" as well as "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."

So, it was about forty minutes between "a-wheem-a-way" and "suede-denim secret police."