4) If you were stranded on a deserted island (not voluntarily) and could have only one song to listen to, what would it be? Why?
Lullaby – Shawn Mullins. I’m already embarrassed by this gut reaction on my part, but I’m sticking with it. The soothing tones of 90’s rock reminding me that everyyyyything is going to be alllllll right may just keep me sane enough long enough to be rescued.
Lets pretend that your blog ‘Whiskey and Ninja Turtles’ just got picked up for syndication…
5) What’s Malcolm’s celebration song?
If somebody decides WhiskeyandNinjaTurtles.com is worthy of mass syndication, Armageddon is upon us. The only appropriate song to celebrate the end of the world is Anarchy in the UK – Sex Pistols.
In your Survivor bio you listed “Exercising, Writing/Reading and Partying” as your hobbies.
6) Give us your idea of the perfect song for each?
Exercising: You’re the Best – Joe Esposito
Nothing gets the adrenaline pumping to push through an extra set at the gym like the soundtrack to Karate Kid. This track serves dual purposes: affirming my reckless self-confidence, and reminding me that if I don’t defeat the Cobra Kai, who will?
Writing/Reading: Derezzed – Daft Punk
Really anything from the ‘Tron’ soundtrack qualifies here. When focusing on words, either reading them or writing them, I can’t have lyrics in my head or my A.D.D. takes a machete to my train of thought, so synthy instrumentals are my favorite. Plus the way Daft Punk fully embodies their image, their total dedication to being otherworldly ‘robots’, is brilliant.
Partying: Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen
Before you revoke my man card, hear me out…
Fast-forward a month. Survivor: Caramoan hadn’t gone quite as I’d planned, and I ended up out of the game with nine days left. Once you are on the Jury (the group of contestants voted out near the end of the game who eventually decide the winner) you are all sequestered together in a resort until the game ends. It’s basically a paid vacation courtesy of CBS – we had a big screen TV, video games, a pool, table tennis, cards, volleyball, karaoke, board games, a blender, and an endless supply of my beloved rum.
It’s hard to be in a bad mood with all that merriment around you, so spirits were constantly high. And after a few peanut butter-banana-cinnamon-rum milkshakes – usually about 1:00pm — I’d commandeer the speaker system with my iPod and DJ the daily party. And when you’ve been drinking peanut butter-banana-cinnamon-rum milkshakes all morning, it makes total sense to play Carly Rae Jepsen twenty times a day.
Call Me Maybe became the theme song of the Caramoan. Any time something joyful or important was happening – volleyball games about to start, leaving for Tribal Council, Phillip not being around – I’d run to my iPod and play that song and everyone would sing it like idiots at the top of their lungs. In hindsight I’m sure it was obnoxious as hell to some in attendance and I apologize to those affected, but Call Me Maybe will always be associated in my mind with the week-long hedonistic party that was Survivor Jury duty.
…and now that I’ve shared that story, I realize there is still no excuse for choosing that song. I surrender my man card voluntarily.