In the late ’70s I remember listening to Lipps sing about going to Funkytown. I wondered where it was and looked for it on a map. I couldn’t find it. I went to the library and asked the research librarian if she could take me to Funkytown.
She threatened to call my mother. I was perplexed, dismayed and disturbed. Why couldn’t she at least tell me how to get there. Was there a bus, a train or a plane that could take me to Funkytown? I had an allowance and a lot of baseball cards, surely they would serve as compensation for the fare.
I never did find out how to get to Funkytown. But then in the ’80s I learned about Electric Avenue. Eddie Grant sang about Rocking down to Electric Avenue. I wondered if that was in Funkytown, not that it mattered because Funkytown might as well have been in Antartica.
The Beastie Boys sang about not sleeping until Brooklyn. That made me feel better, because at least I knew where Brooklyn was.
It took me until college to not only learn but visit Funkytown. It was an E-Ticket ride. Bonus points to anyone who knows what an E-Ticket is/was.
Recycled from here.
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