Last night, Whiny and I were riding back from church, listening to WPRK (per usual). I love PRK. There is no place else around here where you can listen to reggae one minute, classic country the next, followed by an hour of punk and then a piece by Mozart.
Anyway, as with most college radio, there’s a bit of experimentation that takes place. (i.e., You get to hear a lot of scary crap.) We heard this song last night that was pretty much just a steady beat punctuated by weird noises and a guy singing in monotone. So, naturally, we started singing with him and making up our own words, like: “Oh my God. This song sucks. How did I ever. Pass fourth grade. When will I. Change the note.” etc.
From that, we came up with a song that makes us laugh hysterically, but that not even the rest of this warped family understands. I harbor no hope that you will.
Think steady, electronic drum beat and a nerdy, pale dude (i.e., me) singing…
This is the funkiest song I’ve ever written.
It’s so damned funky, I scare myself with its funkitude.
And if I write another funky song,
I’ll use this one as a template to reach the heights of funkdom.
And be the Grand Master of Funk!
It’s so gonna be a hit.
Hell yeah! You’ll need to record it, and use it for the B side to “Robots Never Cry”.
Wait a minute. They don’t even have B sides any more, do they?
Sucks to be old.
and you could embed “I buried Paul” in there, somewhere, and it would have special significance.
You’re destined for greatness.
For sure.
I love college radio…I can always count on hearing something I’ve never heard before.
But do it got funky base rifs?
If so, would you consider wearing a Leo Sayer wig and making a video for Michelle?
Oh my God, Leo Sayer flashbacks, arrrrggghhhhh.
“funkitude”
heh.
mmmmmmmmmmm pork.
Oh wait, you said PRK
mmmmmmmmmmm poooooooooork.