It's Easter Monday!
Which means it's also one of these...
Which means it's also one of these...
Welcome onboard the Snapshots Ghost Train.
Beware, it's going to be a spooky ride!
15. Common to bumblebees and Greylag Geese.
BumbleBEEs and Greylag GEESe.
14. Gervais feminized by Man In Black.
Ricky Gervais becomes Rickie when he counters Tommy Lee Jones.
Rickie Lee Jones - Ghost Train
13. Hold it - you're banned from professional wrestling!
Strangleholds are illegal in professional wrestling.
12. Causeless male offspring.
Sons without a cause...
11. Slice lost love into bits.
"Slice lost love" was an anagram.
10. Norm's rabbity, isn't he?
"Norm's rabbity" is an anagram.
9. Visited Graceland. Met Cher.
He did both, while Walking In Memphis. Maybe he even went on the Ghost Train there...
8. Toilet used by both Bob Dylan and The Charlatans.
Bob sang about a North Country Girl. The Charlatans sang about a North Country Boy. These guys provided the w.c...
North Country Gentlemen - Ghost Train
7. When he called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray.
That's a lyric from Procul Harum's Whiter Shade of Pale, (co-)written and sung by this man...
6. Fancy a zig roll?
"A zig roll" was an anagram...
5. No Seine, Sherlock.
The River Detectives - King of the Ghost Train Ride
4. Cutting edge Manga for teenage lads...
Shonen is teenage Manga.
3. The Boss's jumpers...
2. Rooks 1, Ravens 2...
1. Iron Maiden challenge them to a game.
Iron Maiden sang Can I Play With Madness?
Madness - (Waiting For The Ghost Train)
Welcome to the first of two very special editions of the
Cancel Culture Club, renamed the Cancel Christmas Club for the festive season,
and because it turns out we’re all a bunch of miserable old grinches.
And if you don’t believe me… here’s Swiss Adam.
This is the one!
If it was up to me, I'd cancel all Christmas songs - they are almost without exception, unremittingly shite, soul sapping joylessness and exercises in making me dislike Christmas itself more than I already do. Especially the hardcore canon of the dozen or so that get played endlessly everywhere from mid-November onward - Slade, Wham, Shakey, Wizzard, McCartney et al. They make me want to cut my ears off.
Eels - Christmas Is Going To The Dogs
I think the thing I resent the most is the expectation that if you just put on this funny jumper and listen to this handful of songs, you'll 'feel Christmassy'. I don't.
Even the good ones bug me now due to overexposure and being told that, 'well, if you don't like those songs, I bet you like The Pogues...'
Cancel them all. Forever.
And Adam’s not alone, is he, C?
I'd just cancel Christmas, or at least all the awful shamelessly commercial shenanigans leading up to it and certainly all the plastic disposable shite that gets peddled in.... garden centres! What's that all about, all that synthetic non-recyclable eco-disaster taking up shelf space in a garden centre? But that's another rant altogether - I'd better get back to the subject in hand.
In a moment. I’m relishing all this Scroogery.
The Damned - There Ain't No Sanity Clause
What about our friend Walter, over in the land where they
invented Christmas trees? Surely he’s got something positive to say about Weihnachten?
From my point of view, Christmas could be abolished, as I have been spending this time in Southeast Asia for a long time now, where there are Christmas decorations, but none of the religious fuss.
OK. Having set the tone nicely, let’s look at our first
contentious Christmas song…
I love the way Shane clearly couldn’t even be bothered to spit out his chewing gum before going up on stage to mime along to that.
All Time Low - Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass
Before we get to the comments, I should reveal that
Fairytale of New York was the second of the two Chrimbo Classics I offered up
to the CC-Committee, but I’ve chosen to feature it first. Why? Well, because
the other one was Band Aid… and hoo boy, wait till you see the reaction to
that. SWC in particular wrote a whole page, scored onto the paper in what I
worry might be his own blood, but I’m more hopeful was the blood of a Bono. And
he wasn’t alone in his vitriol. So consider Fairytale a gentle apéritif – a
prawn cocktail before the full roast turkey dinner that will be Do They Know
It’s Christmas?
Weezer - Christmas Celebration
All that said, let’s pop over to see how Christmas is
shaping up in Portugal. And it looks like George is scratching his head…
Fairytale: I have no idea why this is a potential candidate for cancelling, so I need to research it (i.e. go to Wikipedia). And using that as my sole source, I think the reason for the song's inclusion is the use of misogynistic and homophobic content. And I'm going to agree with Radio 1 on this one (and a big "BOO" to Radio 2). I also think Shane MacGowan's defence (again, reading from wiki) is a bit disingenuous, especially given his put down of the Pet Shop Boys (there's one very very good reason to dislike that band without resorting to the pathetic slur he used).
I might as well butt in here with Shane’s defence of the
lyrics…
The word was used by the character because it fitted with the way she would speak and with her character. She is not supposed to be a nice person, or even a wholesome person. She is a woman of a certain generation at a certain time in history, and she is down on her luck and desperate. Her dialogue is as accurate as I could make it but she is not intended to offend! She is just supposed to be an authentic character and not all characters in songs and stories are angels or even decent and respectable, sometimes characters in songs and stories have to be evil or nasty to tell the story effectively. If people don't understand that I was trying to accurately portray the character as authentically as possible, then I am absolutely fine with them bleeping the word, but I don't want to get into an argument.
…which I have to say, I agree with… to an extent. I think
that defence works in terms of literature (and it’s a similar one that Quentin
Tarantino uses to excuse peppering his scripts with the N-word)… but it opens
up a bit of a can of worms when applied to a pop song, in particular a
Christmas pop song. That said, I always liked the sentiment of Fairytale
precisely because it was so different to all the other Christmas songs that get
trotted out year after year. But shush, this isn’t about my opinion – it’s
about George’s. And what did Shane have to say about the Pet Shop Boys (who
kept Fairytale off the Number One slot)?
"Two queens and a drum machine."
Hmm. Back in 1987, that would have been a lot more offensive
than it is now, I guess… I wouldn’t be surprised to hear Tennant and Lowe
self-apply the term these days, as a lot of my gay friends do.
Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas
I’m sorry, George, I keep interrupting you. Not to argue,
just to provide context. I hope.
I've never liked Fairytale In New York anyway, there's something a bit smug in its delivery, and that twee diddly diddly dee music is beyond annoying. You can't cancel a song just because of the crappy music (that would put an end to the Pet Shop Boys), but I am saying Yes to Cancel for this particular song because of the lyrical content.
OK, that’s the first vote cast. Now, having provided the above context, we can happily return to Manchester’s answer to Krampus, Swiss Adam…
More specifically I guess with A Fairy Tale of New York it's the use of the word 'faggot' in the Kirsty sung line 'you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot' that is the main topic of cancel conversation.
I'm a bit ambivalent. The song was written in character and that line and the homophobic slur within it is era appropriate and character appropriate. I have a gay friend who is pretty laid back about it (and he definitely has a moral compass and would object if he found it objectionable).
Shane's comment about the song being kept off the number one slot by 'two old queens' doesn't do him any favours but maybe we shouldn't be looking to Shane McGowan for leadership in this area.
The very idea that we should treat Shane MacGowan as any
kind of role model is, of course, hilarious. I will defend him to the hilt
though, based purely upon that old story about the time Bono had to chuck him
out of his house for… well, here it is in Shane’s own words.
“Bono put in a glass roof and wall,” MacGowan explained in an interview with The Times. “I used to wave my willy at the train as it passed and hope that they thought it was Bono’s.”
Adam concludes…
I think on the whole I'd let the song stay - unless we're banning them all just because Christmas songs are shit. In which case, begone.
So far then, we’ve only heard one definite call to cancel
the song. But wait… who’s this coming down the Cancel Culture Chimney? Only the
wonderful John Medd…
If I never hear this song again, it'll be too soon. It's a time capsule (like Geldof's effort) and should be treated as such. Tinkering with it to make it radio friendly is akin to putting lipstick on a pig. All Christmas records have a shelf life, and this one is way past its.
Ouch.
Set It Off - This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground)
And with that stark renunciation still ringing in our ears,
let’s move onto the case for the defence. Let’s start with C, shall we?
Fairytale of New York? I love its use of abusive terms and their delivery. Bum, punk (in its original meaning), old slut, scumbag, maggot, faggot, arse. Why have just one when you can have many? It's the antithesis of a sickly "everything's alright in the world even though it isn't, because it's Christmas!" sentiment in just above every other festive song.
Once again, C demonstrates her skill for using words far
better than my own clumsy attempt to express this sentiment earlier.
I believe too that the slang term "faggot", which I think is the one that has caused the most issues, is now an example of a word that has been reclaimed by those to whom it had been pejoratively directed. I think that's a great way forward for many things. Embrace it, take the sting out of it, and redress the dynamic of its power, by claiming it for yourself.
“As an English teacher…”
(Oh God, here he goes again!”)
As an English teacher, I like to believe that words only
gain power when we allow them to have that power. But it’s very easy to argue
that when I’m not one of the people said words are being directed at. Nobody
ever called me a faggot, nobody ever threw the N-word at me. If gay people can
take the sting out of faggot in the same way many black people (particularly
rappers) have reclaimed nigger, that’s surely something to applaud. But it’s
still a minefield if you’re not part of that particular community… and maybe
that’s the point. Maybe it should be.
The Fall - No Xmas for John Quays
There’s a famous episode of my favourite TV show, NYPD Blue, in which notoriously racist* detective Andy Sipowicz gets into a mouthy confrontation with a belligerent black activist who tells him, “you’re dealing with that one nigger in a thousand who knows what you can and cannot do”. In response, Andy throws the N-word back at him and gets in a lot of trouble for it.
(Andy’s racism is given context in the show, and is part of
a long-running redemptive character arc. Prejudice is absolutely not a black
and white subject in NYPD Blue.)
Context is
everything. But back to C…
Does / has this song ever actually caused any harm to be done to anyone? I can't imagine it, there are so many more direct and genuinely hateful ways to cause harm that we should be concentrating our efforts on, surely. So for me, as long as Christmas is here to stay, 'Fairytale' can stay too.
Thank you, C.
Leroy Carr - Christmas in Jail (Ain’t That a Pain)
From C, we go to CC…
Fairy tale of New York?
A classic.
Presumably the issue is the line "a cheap lousy faggot", an insult said in anger in a stormy row between two lovers.
I'm sure most of us have done something similar at one stage and now regret it.
Nowadays it is edited out and that's enough for me.
Good point there, CC, and one that hasn’t been made yet, but
it links back to what we were just saying about the power of words and how, in
moments of anger, we might reach for the most hurtful epithets in our quiver.
The Chieftains feat. Elvis Costello - St. Stephen’s Day Murders
Next up is Martin, who appears today with an eye-witness
testimony…
I once had the good fortune to see Kirsty and Shane sing this live together. She was the support act for Morrissey, at a December gig at the Ally Pally. For her closing song she invited Shane up on stage and they sang this together. He was so drunk he could barely stand, and his lyrics were unintelligible most of the time. Kirsty's were crystal clear but I can't remember whether she sang any of the controversial lines. There's the one everyone knows about, subsequently changed to "You're cheap and you're haggard", and there are others that no-one cares about any more (surely?), like "arse" (at the time the Beeb requested that that be replaced with the somehow less offensive "ass" for TOTP).
I was amused to read on iffypedia that, “When Katie Melua
performed the song with the Pogues on CD:UK in December 2005, ITV censored the
word "arse", but left "faggot" uncensored.”
Bloody ITV. You wouldn’t get that on the BBC, eh, Martin?
By 2007, things had moved on still further and both "faggot" and "slut" were edited out by Radio 1, before the revised "haggard" version became the broadcast norm. Is that the only issue with this song - the sweariness and derogatory terms? Or is there something more I don't know about?
In 2019, BBC Radio Solent DJ Alex Dyke announced that he would not be playing the song on his show, calling it a "nasty, nasty song" and "an offensive pile of downmarket chav bilge". Yet still the world turns.
I hate to break it to Alex, but there are still lots of people who talk like this. And it might be chav bilge, but it's also a love song, of sorts, and the antidote to Yuletide saccharine. Cancel this at your peril. Accept the "haggard" edit and move on, I say.
If you ask me, the “chav” response opens DJ Alex up to
accusations of snobbery, or at the very least coming from a privileged
background and being out of touch with the common man. But what do I know? I
grew up on a farm.
Next up is Ernie, who’s thinking of resigning from the committee because he doesn’t believe in banning anything… and to be honest, I’m coming around to his point of view. Maybe this feature has outstayed its welcome? We’ve covered all the major causes of offence by now – sexism, racism, homophobia, underage sex, Bono (next time, I promise)… I’m worried we’ll just end up repeating ourselves, or I’ll begin to take advantage in terms of my entreaties on your generosity. Perhaps it’s best to quit while we’re ahead? I’ll consider this in the New Year. In the meantime, Ernie…
Pogues - if the f word offends you, then listen to the version where Kirsty sings 'haggard' which has been readily available since 1992. Other than that, leave it alone.
Man of few words, but very definite opinion.
The Sonics- Don't Believe In Christmas
Which brings us back to Walter, who echoes Ernie’s
sentiment…
Ever since the BBC toned down certain lines in the lyrics, there has been an annual debate about whether crude swear words are suitable for young ears. The song is about a couple who once had big dreams, but which burst like soap bubbles due to drugs and alcohol. Each blames the other, culminating in verbal insults. There is no doubt that these words are not exactly pleasant, but they stem from a gutter vocabulary that is appropriate in this context. Not that I approve of offensive swear words, but crude expressions are part of every language. A fool is always a fool, even if I call him a blockhead or a moron.
I always quite fancied being a Blockhead myself, if it meant
I got to hang out with Ian Dury. But do continue, Walter…
I do believe that crude language should be avoided, but these words should not be censored. It is up to each individual to express themselves appropriately. In my home country, Nina Hagen and BAP sang this song in German and translated the swear words pretty much exactly. It's strange that we, who have made gender equality our cause, have not yet had any discussions about these lyrics (perhaps only once my words have been published).
BAP
feat. Nina Hagen- Weihnachtsnaach
I want to thank Walter for introducing me to that version,
in which the vocal delivery seems to switch – Nina Hagen sounds far more like
Shane MacGowan than Kirsty!
And that’s a much better cover than the Bon Jovi version
which… no, no, please don’t listen to it… don’t do that to your ears*. (And I
say that as a unashamed fan of Mr. By Jove, from back in the day.)
Jon
Bon Jovi – Fairytale of New York
(*Anyone who defied my instructions above, you may note that
Mr. BJ appears to have rewritten the offending section of the song… but… unless
my ears deceive me… appears to have included the phrase “kick in the c*nt”
instead as part of his version. Or do I need some new batteries in my hearing
aid?)
Irish singer-songwriter Rob Smith apparently commented, "I
have heard Bon Jovi's cover of Fairytale of New York. It's the worst thing to
ever happen to music, and I am including both the murder of John Lennon and
Brian McFadden's solo career in there. This is worse!"
The Midnight Riders - All I Want For Christmas (Is To Kick Your Ass)
Final word today goes to The Vinyl Villain himself, JC, who
readily admits to being just as much of a grinch as Adam, C and Walter – and
even used the phrase “Bah humbug” in his response. When it comes to Fairytale
Of New York though… well, JC refuses to accept it’s even a Christmas song.
I will expend a little bit of energy on this one, for the simple fact that I don’t regard it as a Christmas-themed record despite the fact that The Pogues wrote it specifically as one while their record label was happy to play the game and release it as a single at a particular time of the year, in November 1987.
Twisted logic on my part? Maybe…. but bear with me.
Is this going to be like those people who try to deny Die
Hard is a Christmas movie?
eagleowl - Let's Save Christmas (The Ballad of Nakatomi Plaza)
I saw The Pogues play one of the most manic and memorable gigs in my life at Strathclyde University Students Union back in 1985. It turned me into a fan.
Singles and albums were purchased as they were issued, but I didn’t buy Fairytale of New York. I loved watching the video over the festive period, and also being a fan of Kirsty MacColl, it made for a fine listen, and as I got increasingly familiar with the song, I found myself singing along every time to ‘The Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day’. And I mean every time, to the annoyance of my soon-to-be in-laws whose house I was living in at the time.
I bought the album If I Should Fall From Grace With God in January 1988, and quickly realised it was a classic. The album the band had been threatening to make since that gig a few years earlier. A perfect blend of rock and what I thought was traditional Irish music, played and produced to perfection. The songs all seemed to be short stories set to music – some were rollicking and some were tear-jerking ballads, with ‘Fairytale’ striding both. It was a record full of tunes that I imagined would be sung at the wildest parties in Ireland – the fact I hadn’t yet set foot in that country was neither here nor there! (That’s something which would change many years later and I’ve now got proud and loving connections with the country.) Fairytale in this context was way more than a Christmas song, and I still feel the same the best part of 40 years later.
As to the supposedly offensive lyrics... In what is clearly an exchange fuelled by alcohol and indeed a love for one another as the rest of the lyric makes clear, the male character, played by Shane calls the female character, played Kirsty, an old slut on junk and she replies by calling him a scumbag, maggot and cheap lousy faggot. It’s poetic and quite magnificent.
I’d agree with JC that expressing love by using words like
these – rather than the usual barrel of cliches pop songs rely upon to
represent that emotion – shows a genuine understanding of both character and
storytelling technique that goes above and beyond.
Worth remembering too that not a lot was made of these lyrics back in the late 80s. The only thing folk were worried about back then was the use of the word ‘arse’ which Kirsty was asked to amend to ‘ass’ for a live rendition on Top of The Pops.
The hullabaloo only really kicked up when the single was re-released in 2005. A different time altogether and an era when the notion of individuals and organisations having platforms to express their supposed anger, hurt and offence, and being noticed as they shouted from the sidelines, was becoming increasingly the norm.
While it seems some offence was taken prior to 2005, JC
makes a good point here that at the beginning of this century, with the rise of
the nasty old interweb, Professional Offence-Taking became an active sport, a
kind of cultural one-upmanship which has become so ingrained in society it’ll
no doubt be recognised as event in the next Olympic Games.
But in terms of today’s tune, I think JC sums it up for me when he says…
I’ll never tire of Fairytale of New York. It’s a magnificent song that still sounds
wonderful all these years later. It shouldn’t be messed with.
Thank you all for your thoughts.
Join us back here to give Bob, Midge and (especially) Bono a festive kicking... it's the true spirit of Christmas!
Cage The Elephant - Tiny Little Robots
Indeed. So it has. It came as no surprise that the group spearheading this revolution is Bauer Media – compared by many of my former radio colleagues to The Empire in Star Wars for the way they systematically swallowed up smaller radio stations that were delivering local content and then drained them of life, homogenising them to the point where they were identical to every other local station on the dial.
Joe Jackson - Don't Wanna Be Like That
I’m not claiming to be any kind of clairvoyant, but back in the 90s I wrote a comic called The Jock about a society that was ruled by a corporation called YOURENT, a media company which controlled the population through bland identikit radio output that played only computer-generated mind-control muzak. The Jock and his small group of “rebel DJs” fought against YOURENT by playing the old songs / “real” music in the hopes of waking people up and reminding them of their lost freedom. But it was a losing battle…
It’s only a matter of time until more and more of our radio stations jettison human content altogether in favour of robots. Meanwhile, Paul McCartney, Kate Bush and Sam Fender are leading the fight against AI music… but I’m sure the record companies will be glad to see the back of those trouble-makers.
Does it matter if our traffic and travel bulletins are delivered by machines? Bauer Media reply:
“This development is a natural evolution of our long-standing services. Bulletins are generated through INRIX’s traffic intelligence and automation systems, with delivery informed by the tone and style of our experienced broadcast journalists to ensure continuity and familiarity for listeners.”
“The result provides clear, consistent and recognisable traffic updates, delivered faster than ever before and opening the door to even more precise and personalised information in the future.”
They might just as well have said, “This development is a natural evolution of our long-standing commitment to maximising profits.”
Mitch Ryder - It's Not For Me (The Corporate Song)
Putting aside the loss of human jobs, radio is also losing all its humanity. I stopped wanting to be a radio presenter the day I realised a lot of radio bosses were no longer interested in personality, innovation, creativity or humour. When they started timing DJ links, restricting the number of times a presenter could speak within an hour, scripting the output to remove any potential for spontaneity or wit. “It’s only a travel bulletin,” you might well reply. But I’ve enjoyed many a travel bulletin delivered by human beings in the past, when presenters and journalists have been allowed to chat to each other like real people. I’m thinking of Sally Traffic on Radio 2, or Terry Wogan’s hilarious Janet & John stories, inspired by newsreader John Marsh.
Diesel Park West - The Corporate Waltz
Will there come a day when we can no longer hear a human voice on our radios? I asked the AI-Gods. Here’s what they told me…
It is highly unlikely that radio stations will soon use only AI voices. Instead, the industry is moving towards a hybrid model where AI voices handle repetitive tasks and behind-the-scenes production, while human hosts remain crucial for live interaction, genuine emotional connection, and creative, unscripted content.
How much do you bet the AI Overlords stole that bit from an article written by a human? In other words, they’re just telling us what we want to hear.
Despite the technological advancements, the "human touch" remains a cornerstone of successful radio broadcasting:
Spontaneity and Improvisation: AI is not yet capable of the seamless, real-time banter, empathy, and improvisation that define live radio, especially during breaking news or call-in shows.
Not yet capable…!
The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1
Building Community and Trust: A host's ability to share personal anecdotes, build a genuine connection with listeners, and show empathy during local tragedies is a fundamentally human skill that AI cannot replicate.
Cannot yet?
Audience Preference: Listeners are generally more accepting of AI for informational content but prefer a human voice for personality-driven shows. Transparency about the use of AI is also crucial for maintaining audience trust.
Lothar & the Hand People - Machines
If human beings trust Donald Trump enough to elect him to the White House twice, then I’m sure we can grow to trust SKYNET and its Terminators in no time at all.
The use of AI in radio also raises ethical considerations regarding job displacement and the need for transparency. Industry experts and professional bodies are emphasizing the need for clear guidelines and the upskilling of the workforce to manage the new roles that AI creates, such as AI Voice Managers and prompt engineers.
What do you want to be when you grow up, Timmy? A DJ?
No chance. How about training to be an AI Voice Manager instead?
In conclusion, while AI is fundamentally changing how radio content is produced, it is seen as a powerful tool to augment, not completely replace, human hosts. The future of radio is a collaboration between human creativity and AI efficiency.
Omega Theatre - Robots, Machines And Silicon Dreams
OK, HAL 9000, follow-up question…
Will AI replace human beings altogether?
AI is expected to transform human jobs and tasks, rather than completely replace human beings on a mass scale.
I reckon that means we can live on as part of the Matrix.
Every Monday, I run a quiz for my students to help with engagement. This week's topic was books, to tie into National Novel Writing Month.
O.V. Wright - I Could Write a Book
Here are three statements about famous novelists. Which ones do you think are true?
Father John Misty - I'm Writing a Novel
1. John Steinbeck had to completely rewrite Of Mice & Men after his dog ate the original manuscript.
Harry Connick Jr. - I Could Write A Book2. Frank L. Baum named the fictional land of Oz after a filing cabinet in his office.
3. JRR Tolkien liked to dress up as an Anglo Saxon warrior and chase his neighbour down the street with an axe.
Don't believe a word any of them say...
15. What happens when you dunk.
You get a...
14. Princess found in dish of bacteria.
Princess Grace in a petri dish...
Grace Petrie - Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud
13. Ten delays, but not in a row.
"Ten delays" was an anagram.
12. Royal drummer caught speeding.
The drummer in Queen is Roger Taylor.
11. Back then: monotonous noises. Nowadays: spies in the sky.
10. What’s the price of a greeting?
What's the cost...'ello?
9. A mixtape of memories.
The Soundtrack Of Our Lives - 21st Century Rip Off
8. Hit snooze!
7. I deny the accusation that I was ever part of this group.
Rol-in-Band? Never!
6. A Great King, and Ryan.
Alexander The Great meets Ryan O'Neal.
5. Found in a chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.
Chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.
4. Found in Essex, and in an arsenal.
Sex Pistols - The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle
3. Used to transport Bones to the Enterprise.
Get the Van for Dr. McCoy.
Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony - The Hustle
2. Achy Breaky Dino.
Achy Breaky Heart was Billy Ray Cyrus. Dean Martin was Dino.
Billie Ray Martin – Imitation Of Life
1. Mr. Ferry, I deduce. But I’m probably mixed up.
"Mr. Ferry, I deduce" was an angram.
Freddie Mercury - The Great Pretender
Dean Martin - Ain't That A Kick In The Head
Back when I worked in radio, I was attacked in the street. I've written about it previously: it was a violent incident that could have been much worse, but somehow I managed to talk my way out of it.
While I was lying there on the floor, about to have my head kicked in, I did not feel any anger. Fear, yes. But also a kind of calm resolve that helped me get through the situation in one piece. Other people might have got angry - they'd be completely justified - and tried to fight back. But as angry as I might get, I'm not a violent person, and I'm not sure I could meet violence with violence, even to protect myself.
The Barracudas - We're Living in Violent Times
'What is he wittering on about?', you may well ask. Well, the reason I bring this up today is because of LIFEMORTS. According to angry scientist David Banner R. Douglas Fields, writer of Why We Snap: Understanding The Rage Circuits In Your Brain, there are nine potential triggers which cause outbursts of uncontrollable anger. And because scientists love acronyms, the good doctor has created a clever one to help us remember each of these triggers.
Elvis Costello - Little Triggers
LIFEMORTS stands for... deep breath...
Life or death
Insult
Family
Environment
Mate
Order In Society
Resources
Tribe
Stopped
Plus, it's clever because mort is French for dead, so the acronym tells us anger is related to... erm... being alive or dead? Well, in a way, that's true, since anger is the brain's way of signalling to us that we need to take action to protect ourselves from a threat. And the first of these threats, according to LIFEMORTS, is clearly the most imperative: a life or death situation.
The Surfing Brides - A Matter Of Life And Death
Over the next nine posts, I'm going to look at each of these triggers individually, but I have to admit I struggled a bit with the first one. Have I never been in a Life or Death situation? Well, thankfully not in any kind of Hollywood action movie way we might think of. The closest I could come was the scene described above, but then... as I said... I didn't react with anger anyway. I got the signals - thanks, brain, but I think I could have worked that one out for myself - but anger would not have resolved that situation, so a calmer response prevailed.
Stevie Wonder - Be Cool, Be Calm (And Keep Yourself Together)
But wait! Dr. Fields says...
Almost anyone will defend themselves in what is perceived as a life-or-death attack.
And he's not alone, because in her book Unfuck Your Anger, sweary Dr. Faith adds...
The brain's wiring is designed to say, "Hey, you are prolly gonna die right here, so kicking ass is probably your only way out. And even if you can't, you at least won't go down without a fight."
The Teardrop Explodes - ...And The Fighting Takes Over
Of course, fighting isn't the only option to the amygdala's anger / fear signal (and let's face it, in a situation like this, anger and fear are pretty much the same thing). Everybody knows about Fight or Flight responses, but there are two other ways we can react to those signals, as Web MD explains...
The Fight response is your body’s way of facing any perceived threat aggressively. Flight means your body urges you to run from danger. Freeze is your body’s inability to move or act against a threat. Fawn is your body’s stress response to try to please someone to avoid conflict.
The Levellers - Fight Or Flight
When I reflect on that attack, fawn is probably the response I chose. I tried to be calm and appeal to my assailant's better nature and probably pleaded a little bit... and it got me out of there. I'm not sure trying to fight back would have led to the same resolution, even if I was Jack Reacher.
I consider myself lucky to have reached the grand old age of 53 without ever being in a life or death situation where kicking ass was the only available response to my brain's warning signals. I wonder if anyone reading this has ever had to fight their way out of a life or death situation? You might not want to talk about it if you have. But in terms of the brain's anger triggers, I'm pretty much dismissing the first one as a non-starter. Because as Martin Luther King said...
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Or, as I might have said...
If I try and fight back, I'm just gonna get hurt even more. There has to be another solution!
Detective Andy Sipowicz of the NYPD is here to welcome you to more tunes about his colleagues in the service... and the things we call them.
Bobby Fuller Four - I Fought The Law
That one would have been too obvious.
That one less so.
I have two copies of that in my hard drive. One of them is credited to Oscar Wilde. I don't think it was him.
In honour of the California Highway Patrol...
The most bizarre tune I came across during this week's search was this UK Top Ten hit from 1975... hard to believe, unless you remember it.
Billy Howard - King Of The Cops
Here are some far more glamorous cops...
Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine - Glam Rock Cops
Sadly, I couldn't find any songs with a titular mention of the Rozzer, but they did once arrest Sir Thumbs Aloft for wearing a pink balloon about his foot...
As for the Bizzies, they've been known to round up Sam Fender and his mates for fighting on the beach in Newcastle...
Sam Fender - Seventeen Going Under
In Sheffield though, cheeky Monkeys get sent home in this...
We close today with the obvious ones I had to leave out over the weekend...
Elvis Costello - Secondary Modern
Sam started High School on Tuesday. It's easy to forget what a big leap this is, but early signs are good. He's catching the bus to and from school, so I'm no longer required to pick him up and drop him off from wraparound club. Seeing him in his uniform that first day rather choked me up - so big, so grown up, what happened to my little boy, etc. etc.
Sam appears to be taking it all in his stride. He's very resilient young man. He certainly doesn't get that from his dad. I hope he has a better time in High School than I did.
The Just Joans - Back to High School
Here are a few more tunes to usher in this bold new era...
Alice Cooper - Between High School & Old School
Dougie Poole - High School Gym
Bowling For Soup - High School Never Ends
Jerry Lee Lewis - High School Confidential
The Donnas - High School Yum Yum
The Ataris - San Dimas High School Football Rules
More insanity. I'm on holiday this week, so this is all I can manage...
Guy Marks - Loving You Has Made Me Bananas
That would have definitely been included on Saturday had I not already included it in a Bananas Snapshots some years ago.
And this needs mentioning too... but appears far too frequently on my blog!
Elvis Costello And The Attractions - Psycho
Here's a version I hadn't heard before... featuring Nina Persson.
If you're a psycho, you're probably pretty twisted...
Skunk Anansie - Twisted (Everyday Hurts)
And you may also be nuts...
That sounds pretty nuts, even by David's standards.
Not that I'm saying he was a basket case...
But some might say he had a screw loose...
Ten Foot Faces - Loose Screw Rag
One fella who was definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic though... was Jim Steinman. And I loved him for it...