A song about the heatwave
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This memory was triggered by a post about the heatwave made by our very own
popfiend.
Granny made this up in 1978, when Asheville was suffering a very un-Ashevillian heatwave. We were in the 90s there for about a two weeks and, back then, hardly any of us had air conditioning. Asheville in the 70s was a lot like England, I reckon. It was pretty comfy all year 'round, with the bonus of snow! Asheville was, at time time, ill-equipped to deal with the sun's true fury. In those days, all the cool we had in our apartment was a fan that drank oil like an alcoholic does Southern Comfort. It would squeal with the most horrid noise you can imagine (kinda like Jim Carrey making the most annoying sound on Earth in Dumb & Dumber....actually, just like that) and it would shimmy and shake because it just couldn't utilise the oil that we poured all over it. So we had the fan tied onto a straight chair and we called it "The Screamer." There was a lot of screaming that Summer.
So anyway, during that heatwave, Granny gave new lyrics to that "We're having a heatwave" song. And she taught it to me, who thought it was the funniest fucking thing I'd ever heard, being a neophyte Goth and pre-Creep. Almost every day, we'd join voices in song, trying to drown out The Screamer, and we would sing:
Despite the current misery for just about everyone I know both online and off, I still this is pretty damned funny. Feel free to sing along, if you have enough energy after the sun has sucked out your very soul.
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Granny made this up in 1978, when Asheville was suffering a very un-Ashevillian heatwave. We were in the 90s there for about a two weeks and, back then, hardly any of us had air conditioning. Asheville in the 70s was a lot like England, I reckon. It was pretty comfy all year 'round, with the bonus of snow! Asheville was, at time time, ill-equipped to deal with the sun's true fury. In those days, all the cool we had in our apartment was a fan that drank oil like an alcoholic does Southern Comfort. It would squeal with the most horrid noise you can imagine (kinda like Jim Carrey making the most annoying sound on Earth in Dumb & Dumber....actually, just like that) and it would shimmy and shake because it just couldn't utilise the oil that we poured all over it. So we had the fan tied onto a straight chair and we called it "The Screamer." There was a lot of screaming that Summer.
So anyway, during that heatwave, Granny gave new lyrics to that "We're having a heatwave" song. And she taught it to me, who thought it was the funniest fucking thing I'd ever heard, being a neophyte Goth and pre-Creep. Almost every day, we'd join voices in song, trying to drown out The Screamer, and we would sing:
We're havin' a heatwave
A tropical heatwave
People are dyin' and people are cryin'
Because of the heatwaaaaave
A tropical heatwave
People are dyin' and people are cryin'
Because of the heatwaaaaave
Despite the current misery for just about everyone I know both online and off, I still this is pretty damned funny. Feel free to sing along, if you have enough energy after the sun has sucked out your very soul.
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