A number
of years ago I picked up a CD that had lullaby versions of Ramones
songs on it.
It wasn't
because I was particularly interested in it, but I was in the grip of
a completest fever and I felt that I must have it even if it was
horrendously terrible.
It was.
For one
reason or another, but probably because I had buried the memory, I
had forgotten how much I had despised the bland representations of
the songs, and now here I am with a Red Hot Chilli Peppers one in my
possession.
I must
have done something quite horrific in a past life.
Suffice
to say the same feeling of horror has swept over me as Under the
Bridge is picked out on what sounds like a random bunch of kiddie
instruments that have been found at the foot of the cot.
A lullaby
is supposed to lull a child over comfortably into the hands of the
sandman, not bore the poor child into stupor.
Usually a
child can safely wait until they are in their teens before hearing a
parent shout at them to 'turn that horrible noise down......or off'.
It's a
bit much to start with that sort of thing before they are even out of
their huggies, but this CD has the ability to draw that comment like
a protracted scream from the lips of a parent.
By the
time Dani California came around I was still awake, but I felt quite
ill.
The
thought danced into my head on tippy toes that if I bought five of
these CDs I could make a nice little mobile with them.
One that
could be hung above a cot where it would silently catch the light and
cast it in around the room like a cheap poundland disco ball would
do.
Then I
thought that a poundland disco ball would actually be more cost
effective, and as a bonus I wouldn't have to have any Chilli Peppers
lullabies at home that could mistakenly find themselves being played.
At the
point that I was thinking that in all honesty there was no use to
these CDS at all I realized that there was.
They are
the ideal final CD to put on at a party if you want everyone to
leave.
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