I get knocked down, but I get up again.
Last night, I was at my local neighbourhood convenience store, acquiring a delicious soda beverage. On my way home, I saw this poster:
It caught my eye because it said things like “BE THERE” and “DANCE PARTY” and …wait, what?
Computer, enlarge:
…CHUMBAWUMBA*WAMBA? CHUMBA -WHAT-A? Is this true?
So I visited Chumbawumbawamba’s website and found out what most of you likely know already; the CW is going to be here this weekend for Folk Fest. And a quick perusal of facebook proves that, yes, in fact, Chumbawumbawamba will be playing the Punx Picnic at the Hydeaway. Well I’ll be. I’d love to go, but I’m not convinced my self-esteem would ever recover from sitting in a room full of young hipsters, all of whom are likely enjoying the b-sides and rarities from Chumbawumbawamba’s vast back catalogue of materials, while I sit there in my Jon Secada t-shirt, drinking Crystal Pepsi, waiting for “Tubthumping.”
OLD!
(*thx for the correction, Cee Bee!)
