Edit: No - I’m not looking for a ride. And just have to register a complaint on the minimum-10-character Title thing - it should just read “Funkytown”, but it wouldn’t let me : (
Allow me to share this story with you guys (in the Midwest that includes all humans, independent of gender).
Though I’ve been an instrument player and singer since I was a kid, sometime semi-pro musician, etc. - the way my brain works has been that usually lyrics aren’t terribly important to me compared with the music. Horrific revelation I realize. Half the time I never even thought about the meaning of songs I was singing when I was in bands and knew the lyrics by heart to 80-plus, 3-minute pop songs. Too busy thinking about the notes for two hands and the singing at the same time. It was about all I could handle. I really respect drummers that can play four different things with each limb, AND sing at the same time. Now that thought has me missing Levon Helm…
So - been working for months on getting the house ready to sell to move to Colorado. I finally reached the point where I had to start giving away 30 years of accumulated crap, a lot of it perfectly GOOD crap. But finding the things a new home has been a very rewarding process, especially if I know the recipients, as opposed to donating it to a random charity where it simply disappears from your life, or letting the new owners have it. Knowing the person you give it to, and knowing it will be both put to good use and appreciated is great.
One of our favorite rooms in this house has been the deck, with a cheap Home Depot gazebo on it to provide shade and a place to hang the outdoor B&W speakers. Homemade sub, hardwired to gear in the basement, wired to the network, controllable by phone or iPad. Add some friends, beverages, good food and a nice day…what the hell else do you need from life?
My next door neighbor has been the best neighbor you could ask for. So Saturday we got some friends to come over and help move the whole patio set/gazebo shebang to his back yard. Turned into an all day deal, so I brought over my TV’s sound bar and iPod so we would have some tunes while we worked. Sorry, Dave…keeping the B&Ws & sub ; )
Skip to later that evening, christening the new location/new best room in my neighbor’s house. Lots of pizza and beer, etc. and we started playing the bluetooth speaker-and-phone game where you take turns picking the song. You learn a lot about your neighbors’ ages and tastes ; ) - and it’s fun.
I was having a hell of a time thinking of things to play when it came my turn. At one point I was handed the phone, and scrolled down the list that was already on the screen (suggestions from YouTube) and there was “Funkytown”. Perfect choice at the time, and unlike a lot of other things people chose, I think everyone was familiar with it and got a laugh out of it at least (some bad dancing ensued).
Here I am, two days later, can’t get the thing out of my head. Just one of those tunes. And what might be termed a “guilty pleasure”.
Yet JUST THIS MORNING, it occurred to me what the lyrics were:
“Gotta make a move to a town that’s right for me
Town to keep me movin’
Keep me groovin’ with some energy
Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it
Talk about, talk about
Talk about movin’
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won’t you take me to Funkytown…”
That is all of the lyrics, repeated a bunch of times.
Had to laugh. The verse is a literal description of my life for the last three months, yet it hadn’t occurred to me why it was stuck in my head like an anthem. And I hated Disco “back in the day” - with the exception of the funky bits : )
By “Lipps, Inc.” (get it? Lipsync…haha)