lying exhausted on the ethnomusicologist's couch in dunedin's lovely afternoon sun, i insisted that whichever cd he put on start with p. paul mccartney's 'wingspan' was the first one he picked up, and so our afternoon was made. the first couple of tracks were a cute little musical jaunt with that distinctive mccartney voice. said the ethnomusicologist: "how many hits did wings have? i spose it is paul mccartney, he is a bit of a legend." from here, though, we're probably bordering on the sacreligious, but it was a lazy afternoon and our brains weren't really working.
we came to 'live and let die'. after briefly wondering aloud who covered whom (answer: gunners covered wings) we got a little critical - in fact the enthnomusicologist let rip. some of my favourite quotable quotes:
"i'm a little bit worried about this arrangement - it's fucking terrible"
"it's like a circus orchestra, I can imagine a little monkey riding round on a motorbike"
"it sounds like a bad high school orchestra"
(so, uh, it turns out gunners did a much better job)
rather than prolong these circumstances we put on the smashing pumpkins, real loud, and played backyard cricket in the sun. then as the ethnomusicologist dropped me at the airport we listened to metallica's black album, real loud, and out-boganed the most bogany of bogans. it was bloody perfect in every way.
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