On our last day in Plymouth, we took Graham on a “pirate cruise” for kids. At one point he told Sue, “This is the funnest day I’ve ever had.” Pretty gratifying, eh?
One of the reasons I think the whole mythology of pirates is seeing a resurgence is because of rock and roll. There’s an agressive, take-no-prisoners attitude in rock, especially in heavy metal, and punk rock– heck, even Jerry Lee Lewis was called The Killer.
So when the “dance party” portion of our pirate cruise began (anyone feel a Wiggle comin’ on?), I expected some tunes with teeth. No such luck. What they gave us instead was “Feelin’ Hot Hot Hot” and The Village People. Now I’ll grant them this much: David Johanson/Buster Poindexter (who sings “HotHotHot”) was the leader of the cross-dressing punk group New York Dolls, one of the most “out there”, pirate-like bands ever. But what’s with the Village People? As the first lines of “YMCA” came over the boat’s boomy speakers, I started yelling at the young first mate: “What is this?! You can’t even give us In the Navy? Look where we are! Gimme a break, guys.”
The first mate, who wasn’t even born when these songs came out, just shrugged his shoulders and grinned.
Nevertheless, despite the weird music– and the strongest suggestion of pirate homoeroticism since Seinfeld’s puffy shirt (say it with me: “But I don’t wanna be a pirate!”) — a splendid time was had by all.
We shook our booties, then took home some booty. Aaarrrgh!