by runjohnnyrun Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:09 pm
Turkish Song of the Damned at Walt Disney World. Two days ago. I was placing an order at a fish and chip shop located adjacent to an "Irish" pub at Downtown Disney. We'd had a full-on Disney day filled with excess, crowds, noise, and flagrant and disturbing consumer manipulation, and were looking for something to eat and a couple of pints, and TSotD starts up. I couldn't believe it. Very surreal, and yet somewhat soothing.
Odder still was that the next song was the Dubliners Seven Drunken Nights - and not the abbreviated version either.
Turkish Song of the Damned at Walt Disney World. Two days ago. I was placing an order at a fish and chip shop located adjacent to an "Irish" pub at Downtown Disney. We'd had a full-on Disney day filled with excess, crowds, noise, and flagrant and disturbing consumer manipulation, and were looking for something to eat and a couple of pints, and TSotD starts up. I couldn't believe it. Very surreal, and yet somewhat soothing.
Odder still was that the next song was the Dubliners Seven Drunken Nights - and not the abbreviated version either.