greased

When I was in 2nd grade, our mu­sic class set aside one day a month where we could each bring in one song to play. Os­ten­si­bly the idea, I guess, was that it was a way to get us to en­gage with mu­sic by con­nect­ing the cur­ricu­lum with our own per­son­al tastes. 

So on one of those days an­oth­er kid brought in the Grease sound­track since it was some­thing every­one loved. He put on the song Greased Light­nin’ which, when you are a 7 year old, is only a rad song about a re­al­ly cool car. 

The song plays and the teacher starts freak­ing out and pulls the nee­dle off the record (yes this was *that* long ago) and is yelling at us that the song is “filthy” and she sends the kid to the principal. 

So we’re all dumb­struck about how this song is dirty since it’s just about a re­al­ly cool car. 

At re­cess we set out to crack this code. 

And that is how a bunch of 8‑year olds learned about chicks “cream”ing and what a “pussy wag­on” was. Con­cepts that would have con­tin­ued to be to­tal­ly alien to our pure frag­ile lit­tle minds if she’d just let us play the damn song. 

Thanks teach, wher­ev­er you are. You re­al­ly reached us.
 

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2019 Ja­son Malmberg.

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