It's growing increasingly common that my perfectly sincere and banal utterances inspire derisive milk out the noses of my colleagues. For instance, yesterday at lunch I said "I was watching Aldo Nova videos last night". What? Well I was.
Let's set the scene! 1982, night, in an abandoned part of the city. A Nerd jealously guards a Les Paul guitar as a pair of sub-machine gun-toting preppies in sunglasses-at-night look around with an exaggerated sense of urgency. It's like 24 in '82. A helicopter alights, safely guarded by these Canadian uzi-preppies. A Man steps out of the chopper - he is about 5'4", 115 lbs, dressed in a skintight jaguar-suit. He is ALDO NOVA (nee Caporuscio), and someone's GONNA PAY! ...just as soon as ALDO and pals can bust into that abandoned rock-arena right over there. When his toadies fail to bust the door down, it falls to ALDO to demand the Les Paul from The Keeper of The Axe. ALDO takes aim... and shoots a guitar laser at the door -- all this before the song has even begun!
So yeah, I was watching Aldo Nova videos last night... then I cranked up Red Rider's** "Lunatic Fringe", rocked the tennis-racket guitar to Triumph's** "Fight The Good Fight", and did a few pushups to Loverboy's "Turn Me Loose", before going totally "On The Loose", with Saga. And if you've got a problem with any of this, then Mister, you've got a problem with Canada.
** these bands have never been played on WFMU