Werewolves of London
If I had to pick a thing that I love most in the world, it would be music. Life without music would NOT be good! To me, the epitome of tragedy is a musician who goes deaf.
I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately because of hours of driving – back and forth to Brisbane (a good 4 hour trip by car, one way). I would go a bit stir crazy if I couldn’t listen to music in the car.
Well anyway, on my last trip I pulled out Warren Zevon’s Excitable Boy. The lyrics to Werewolves of London get me every time. The beginning of the song with
‘I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand …’
uses that classic technique of juxtaposing two unlikely subjects to make you sit up in surprise.
and the second last line:
‘I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic’s
His hair was perfect‘.
The song is not really about werewolves is it. Gotta love an extended metaphor.
Have a listen.
As far as I’m concerned there is not a bad song (well maybe one is not as brilliant as the rest) on this album.