Welcome to another Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
It’s been a newsie week which leaves me with many options for this week’s Friday song. We had the sudden announcement of the Aussie government’s cancellation of its French sub contract, and instead the government will purchase you-beaut US nuclear-powered subs. Oh wait, the French have nuclear-powered subs but we didn’t want nuclear subs at the time. Did we even give the French a chance to bid for the new contract? Maybe not. Consequently, and apologies to the French, ABBA’s Waterloo and Fat Boy Slim’s Weapon Of Choice, immediately popped into my head!
Then, we learnt a government minister had accepted a donation from a blind trust to help with some personal legal costs. In the best example of outsourcing I’ve seen in quite some time, the PM referred the matter to his department for advice on whether the minister had breached the ministerial code of conduct. This allowed just enough time for said minister to resign from the ministry (not the parliament) and keep the money. Can you believe that it is apparently legal for MPs, in their private capacity, to accept anonymous donations so long as they publicly declare the donation? I immediately thought of ACDC’s song, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. This is not to imply that any dirty deeds (past, current or future) were done in exchange for this gift, but so much for transparency and good governance! I hope the Aussie parliament moves quickly to ban such donations.
Finally, the Australian state of Victoria (which this week has been beset by enraged protestors high on testosterone, entitlement and covid) was shaken by a magnitude 5.9 earthquake. Fortunately no one was killed by the earthquake. Apparently, some Canberra residents felt the earth move too. I wasn’t one of them. So, I immediately thought of Peaches and Herb’s, Shake Your Groove Thing.
The choice of this week’s song was difficult for me, so I outsourced the decision to my canary, Pan of the wild music.
I saw Pan trembling on his perch. At first I thought he was feeling an aftershock but then he burst into glorious accompaniment, so there could only be one choice. Good bird. Shake your groove thing. You know you want to.
Stay safe, ladies and gentlemen.