Chris Sells went to Burning Man this week (read a little about it here). For those of you who don't know, Burning Man is this big hippie fest (Hi, Aika) out in the middle of the desert where a bunch of dirty people without enough water get together to celebrate their stinkyness and thirstyness in one place at the same time.
At some point, they light this gigantic wooden man on fire. I don't remember what it symbolizes - probably that his shorts stank so bad that they had to take some drastic measures, but whatever it is, there's a big fire.
One of the things about Burning Man is that it's tough for you to fit in if you fit in anyplace else (like modern society, for example). Chris knew this, and he went incognito, going as far as to purchase a camouflage kilt for the trip (I'm serious (whether he's going to wear his bloomers underneath is a matter I'll leave to your imagination)).
When I pictured Chris and his wife, Melissa, dancing around the burning man in camo kilts, a song sprang to mind. I wrote it last night at the Best Western Boulder Inn, and recorded it a few minutes ago here at some hotel near someplace that's kind of close to Denver.
The "drum" you hear is simply the wastebasket turned upside down. Oddly enough, the hotel staff seems to have forgotten to stock my room with a full compliment of musical instruments. I'll have a talk with the manager about that later.
For now, please enjoy my stupid little song about Chris in his Kilt at Burning Man with his wife.
Here are the lyrics if you'd like to sing along at home:
chorus:
i hear chris went dancing
went dancing all around
went dancing up a storm
in his tartan man gown
went dancing round a fire
round a pyre and round again
i hear chris went dancing
with his love at Burning Man
--
they asked him where his love
where his love could then be found
he said that's her there
dancing round and round
i love her more than life
as much as I love mom
heck I love her more
than don loves COM
--
[chorus]
--
dance, chris, dance!
dance, chris, dance!
dance, chris, dance!
you're not wearing any pants!
--
they found him the next day
no longer on his feet
he was sleeping on the ground
like a royal deadbeat
the maddog had run dry
his needs had all been met
and yet he cried
because he missed his dear .NET
--
[chorus]