It’s time for No Degrees of Separation. Someone should write a song with that title, and it’d pretty much be Winnipeg’s theme song.
It all started with this nifty infographic, which I found while reading the backlogs on one of my favourite blogs, Effing Dykes. (I don’t think the blogger made it, but it’s where I found it, and I’m giving it credit.) If you’ve got a slightly warped, slightly filthy sense of humour and you think lesbians are super nifty, you should totally check it out.
Anyhow, it clearly explains how to deal with a potentially awkward and confusing situation, one that I’ve grappled with many a time.
I really should just print this out, keep it in my pocket and pull it out as a reference guide. But my printer doesn’t work and I’m lazy.
But you know what makes this infographic truly, truly awesome? The inclusion of dinosaurs. Dinosaurs make everything better.
Because you love Stylus, you probably love our most recent cover, which was designed by a guy named Chris Bryan. Fun fact: I worked with Chris Bryan for a few years. Chris had some control over the sound system in our funky retail environment, and had put a number of tracks on the sound system. (Memory may be murky, but again, credit where credit is due.) Many of these tracks were highly amusing and highly bizarre. Examples: Devo tracks rendered as elevator music, a song that sounded like an abuse of power tools – which I’m surprised we had no complaints about, as someone once asked us to turn off Public Image Limited. But the most memorable track – and believe me, folks, this is not a complete non-sequiter from that infographic – was, as I recall, eleven minutes long and somewhat grating, and the only lyrics were “dinosaur sex.” It’d come on the PA, and then sort of sneak up on you in the background, until you realized exactly what the hell you were listening to. No one really complained about this song, either.
I decided to hunt it down.
Do you know how hard it is to search “dinosaur sex” on the internet? All sorts of random shit pops up. Strangeways, here we come.
But! After some careful googling (read: procrastinating), I finally found the song. It is, simply, titled “Dinosaur Sex,” and it’s by a group called Family Fodder. The only information I can really find about Family Fodder is that they were “less a band than a never-ending collective of musicians messing with tapes in the basement of a London flat” in the late-70’s/early 80’s. Sounds like a party I wanna go to!
Apparently there are more lyrics than just the title, it’s actually nine minutes long, and it’s not as grating as I remember.
Dinosaur Sex, folks. Worth the ramble.