Heading back to work after a luxurious 3-day weekend is always a drag, particularly if, as I do, you work in a communal basement space lit by those fluorescent bulbs designed to keep teenagers from loitering. It was with heavy heart I trudged over to the large, filthy slab table my coworkers and I share to sign into a computer, mentally gearing myself for another day whisking to and fro to the tune of one long, endless Katy Perry song, aka Z100.
After 2 minutes went by without hearing her goat-like bleat, I realized what song I was listening to. It was so strange my brain had purposefully not registered it, instead letting small elements (off-key vocals, familiar tune, the phrase ‘raving shoes’) trickle through before the sheer ridiculousness of it flooded my brain, prompting me to say out loud, “Is this a rave version of ‘Walking In Memphis?!’”
Several coworkers, equally perplexed, confirmed yes, yes it was. And then the bagpipes kicked in.
Several points: 1) The singer, a fellow called Scooter, repeatedly asks ‘Do I really feel the way I feel?’ This should not be a trick question, unless as I presume is true he’s tripping balls on something. Who would know the state of Scooter better than Scooter, Scooter?
2) What the hell are ‘raving shoes’? Oh wait, I answered my own question.
3) I’m starting a rumor that Scooter is actually Glenn Beck’s younger brother. But, you say, he has a vaguely Englishy accent! Yeah, so did early Al Jourgensen.
Man, that’s a hell of a way to start the week.
