Global A Go Go

This geographical orb, as aesthetically pleasing as it is, will be rotating its way to a charity shop at some point soon. The odds that I'll run into Magellan and need something on hand to break the ice are slim to none, and on the off-chance that I have to circumnavigate the globe myself, I'm sure I can fall back on that annoying TomTom thing to help me out (though it's quite likely that my reason for circumnavigating the globe in the first place will be due to asking the TomTom for directions to the supermarket, and it suggesting I take a "short cut").

Any road up, doesn't this talk of globes put you right in the mood for some multicultural malarkey from Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros? No? Just me? Oh well; my journal, my choice of tunes.


World service bulletin
From the nightshift DJ
To all wavebands on Earth
Reconnoitre on the kilohertz
This tune is going out to Marconi
To all corners of the globe
There ain't no hut in the Serengeti
Where my wavelengths do not probe
And if a rocket went to Saturn
We sure hope a DJ is on board
For some anti-gravity mixing
With two dub plates of U-Roy

Throwdown!

Stray Cat Strut in Bulawayo
Buddy Rich in Burundi
Quadrophenia in Armenia
Armenia City in the sky
Big Youth booming in Jakarta
Nina Simone over Sierra Leone
Wild sound of Joujouka in Nevada
Everywhere, everywhere
Bob's bringing it all back home

Yeah, I let the Boogie Woogie rumble
In the back of Bangalore
I get complaints from Bondi Beach
What, no longboard surf hardcore?
Oh, send the rock steady out to Freddy
Who juggles plates in Tsing Tao City

'Cause tonight Bo Diddley's in Finland Station
Sun Ra's in Omaha
The Skatalites in New York City
The Stooges rule over Havana
The Bhundu Boys rock Acapulco
Good hip hop in Islamabad
Ali Farke Toure's in Oaxaca
N'Baaba Maal's all over Stalingrad

While some are waking, some are sleeping
From Kamchatka to the Gabon
Above the trade wind wingtips beating
We calling out for Ronnie
And Da Do Ron Ron Ron
We call for Cumbria to tumble
From the peaks of the Himalayas
We send the funk into the jungle
To the last outpost of the bass player