Tuesday, November 13, 2007

There's Gun Gun on My Shoe: "Chubby Thighs" by Gun Gun


Only the harshest, Germanic death metal fan residing in his stepmother’s basement in Stockholm trying to resurrect the ghost of Leif Erickson could not like this stuff… and even he would likely get a chuckle out of the line “you gotta a funny nose from all the co…oh…oh…oh…ohke.” “Chubby Thighs” is smartly funny, revealing, and thoroughly endearing. Clocking in at under two and a half minutes, the song combines basic two chord strumming by Ash (from Record Hop) with Lisa’s (from A-Dub) angelic voice, and clever lyrics. Chronicling a girl’s need for acceptance by a wannabe rock star, “Chubby Thighs” can be seen as a metaphor for every individual (young and old) in American society’s desire to not only belong somewhere, but have an identity, as well. Now that Phil Spector has beaten the murder wrap, and if he still has good taste, I’m sure he would love to apply his wall of sound to these young ladies… and not just because they’re called Gun Gun.

Funtime Manifesto: We're Having Fun


In this great land of ours, from the moment we are born, cross the Rio Grande, or conveniently marry a legal citizen, we are granted three rights (much like newly released prisoners from Huntsville were once guaranteed $99 and a Colt .45): the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Despite the fact that in our government's twisted view of Darwinism only people making $250,000 a year deserve quality health care, the average white American still lives to about 75, which is probably a long enough time to roam the Earth. If you haven't figured it all out by then, you're probably not gonna. Liberty sounds great when the president is lambasting a foreign nation for having the nerve to not want a Church's Fried Chicken franchise or Chrysler plant in their country, but our phone lines and public library records can be tapped on a whim. As far as the pursuit of happiness goes, well, I would personally love to be able take psychedelic mushrooms every morning, and climb trees and eat acorns with the squirrels. That would make me very happy, but I'd be thrown in a Central Texas mental institute and given shock therapy just like Roky Erickson. However, there's still one right they can't take away from us: the right to have fun!

You know the state motto of Vermont, "live free or die?" Well, the Funtime motto is "have fun or die!" We're talking serious, hardcore fun here and fun means different things to different people. Some folks like to stay up all night watching YouTube videos about CIA brainwashing, some like to dump paint and design elaborate shrines to Jesus on the sides of buildings, others like to write dirty palindromes, a few people like to break into people's homes and steal their bourbon, some even like to go to bars and stare at the ceiling tiles praying to God no one talks to them. It's all about how you get your kicks. If it feels good, you know it can't be wrong.

How do we at Funtime like to have fun? Basically, reviewing music... sometimes talking politics, UFOs, and other forms of entertainment. To prove how serious we are about having fun, each post will be sent to the astronauts. (for real, there's a site where you can do that. Great space toilet reading, I'm sure)

Until next time, I bid you adieu and leave you with this famous quote from Galileo while on trial at the Roman Inquisition in 1633: "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same god who has endowed us with sense, reason, intellect, and the ability to have fun has intended us to forgo their use."