There was a time, a couple of decades ago maybe, when I rather fancied to have the Stooges\’ \”Gimme Danger\” played at my funeral. Well might you chortle. These days I am no longer quite so given over to melodrama. At a push I often feel Lieutenant Pigeon\’s \”Mouldy Old Dough\” would be a good deal more fitting. Not to mention modest.
I can easily visualize some c@nt in black tails and stovepipe hat fidget a liver spotted finger onto the button primed to lower my casket as that jaunty drum roll kicks in. Like Jacob Marlowe in leather and mothballs, I take some rancorous comfort in those perceived gasps fluttering up from the pews. Assuming the news of my demise might scrape up any mourners at all, of course. The way things are heading fiscally, the end result is more likely to be a black plastic body bag stuffed in the fiery maw of an anonymous hospital waste disposal unit.
Worst case scenario ? Our government has already drafted a skein of (none too) secret measures to cope with the anticipated surfeit of Swine Flu fatalities. Mass burials might soon be back in vogue on European soil.
For a time back when I brokered health insurance. There\’s a laugh; have I confessed that one before ?
I even sold life insurance direct down the phone; cold calling at its worst. Of course, neither myself or my fellow agents ever dreamt of similarly investing in the same. Think \’Glengarry Glen Ross\’ and you would not veer too wide of the mark. The floor we worked stank of mints and bad feet. Farts and desperation.
A supervisor patrolling the aisles of our hunched undead once found a bag of smack in the cracks between floor tiles.
I\’m sorry. I hope I never sold you any product, brothers and sisters. I had a gun to my head. Meantime, like Tiny Tim on death row, I tiptoed through the tulips.
I\’m doing my utmost to make up for it now.
Recorded September 10th – October 6th, 1972 at CBS Studios, London.
▼ IGGY & THE STOOGES: GIMME DANGER from \”Raw Power\” LP (Columbia) 1973 (US)