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My colleague keeps playing Freebird - what do I do?

I actually quite like it, or used to. At university, the jukebox in the coffee bar (general daytime space if you wanted to read or scribble or hide from rain or even have bacon rolls and coffee) had the habit, if no one was feeding it, of lurching itself into action and its song of choice was usually "Free Bird". Of course, I now realise that this might have been a cunning ploy to get people to feed it money to play something else.

But still, nostalgia, you know? :D
 
I'm getting a horrible flashback to a dreadful rock disco night we used to illegally attend in our late teens - it always ended up with freebird.
I don't recall ever dancing to anything they played ... is it actually possible ?
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It's possible that the very reason they played it at the end was to get rid of everyone.
 
We’ve all just remembered - we have homes to go to.
And even if we don't, we are going to them right now! Fast, fast and of a fastness! :D

I'm basing my theory on a place that played "God Save the Queen"* to suggest "Go home now. There is no more. Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. Oh just bugger off, will you?"

* not the Sex Pistols version.
 
And I might as well admit that this was St. Andrews, so even there, there was a definite notion that playing that bloody song would get people moving out faster than saying "we have an infestation of plague rats" or "big fire - all go away NOW!" :D
 
Class input again Saul. I think you will find many members of the band are dead. It would appear those that are still alive have hung up their guitar straps. I see many of their master tapes were destroyed in the Universal fire, so nothing more from Skynyrd in any shape or form.
 
I remember all too well what seemed like the 6 hour version when they were on OGWT.
And sadly it’s now in my head annoying me as much as it did then.
 
Working in what should have been a quiet environment, another member of staff insisted on being allowed to play music. Normally, that shouldn't have been a problem but the choice of "songs" was. Eventually, they were persuaded to wear headphones, but I could still, quite often, hear the tinny overspill.
Very distracting when one is trying to speed read newspapers and periodicals against a long keyword list ...
I wasn't allowed headphones, as part of my job involved answering the 'phone.
 
Once in a blue moon maybe, but any more than that and it’d definitely get on my tits. It’s one of the most worn out records ever.
 
Back on topic, a colleague used to play Nickelback daily. I would whistle along as loud as possible and always out of tune for as long as it played. Even when it was akwardly quiet I would whistle 'this is how you remind me', just to keep her from playing it.
 
Just play black lace's agadoo a couple of times, and maybe cliff richard's mistletoe and whine once and any colleague will immediately seek to come to terms. One blast of the frog chorus will draw their attention
 
Just play black lace's agadoo a couple of times, and maybe cliff richard's mistletoe and whine once and any colleague will immediately seek to come to terms. One blast of the frog chorus will draw their attention
You are really not a very nice person, are you? Then again, I suppose I could try to find lovely sweet little song from TOTP and St. Winifred 's school choir.
 
You are really not a very nice person, are you? Then again, I suppose I could try to find lovely sweet little song from TOTP and St. Winifred 's school choir.
Look where being nice has got ou and you'll see why I suggest this unpleasant remedy
 
If you heard the music I often play, Black Lace or St winifreds would be a blessing. In defence, I save my music for when I am alone or get out and about :D
Mrs Tag hates any form of music before late morning whereas I would be happy with it from waking.
 
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