Thursday, March 25, 2010
I'm the Firestarter!
Or, I wish I was. I want to be a better firestarter. I have killed two fires this week. @#$%!
Every time I look at our beloved woodstove, I think of the Prodigy tune Firestarter. (Can such a musical tirade be called a tune? Is that like calling something by System of a Down a jingle? BYOB is totally on my running play list - you will slay hills with this song. And Radiohead's Myxomatosis. And then, you know, something by the Four Tops, Wham!, or Phil Collins to keep it light and absurd.)
Firestarter is one of those songs I have to sing with an accent. Other accent-necessary songs include anything by Pink Floyd, Julie Andrews, or Lily Allen.
Knock me down - I'll get right back up again...Come back stronger than a powered-up Pac Man! - sounds beautiful in "Mockney." Really.
I wasted at least five minutes this evening thinking about what life would have been like if I took Keith Flint -the lead singer of Prodigy - to a date function in college.
He sure dances differently than the Dogtor.
Off to drop a few matches into the woodstove, ball up some more paper, and make tee-pees with kindling.