|Jimmy Labatt |
THE STORY (short and sweet version):
So awhile back I was going out with a Flight Attendant (they’re not called ‘Stewardesses’ anymore. You want great service, refer to them as an ‘FA’, just a tip). We were dating from 2000 to 2002. During that time, of course, the attacks on NYC occurred. I remember the day it happened she phoned me and she was hysterical; there were guys with sub-machineguns running around the airport, there were bomb-sniffing dogs everywhere, there were people slumped on every bench, sobbing uncontrollably into their hands (what could you do). It was mass hysteria, and it crippled the airline industry something fierce. She had just signed on with a fledgling airline (Canada 3000), which was a pretty damn kickass outfit, in my opinion (we actually sat with their CEO, Angus Kinnear, at their Christmas party the year before and I can attest that he is one helluva nice guy. We arrived late and there was nowhere to sit, so we sat with The Boss. My date was so humbled she turned beet-red. First words out of his mouth: “Would you prefer red or white?”).
Anyway, as a direct result of the September 11th attacks, Canada 3000 and many other airlines went under (Angus himself is quoted as saying it took the bottom out of his business). So they had a ‘goodbye’ party at a club near Toronto. It was, predictably, an extremely sad affair. The whole place had been rented out for the night, and it was filled to the brim with people who had just lost their livelihood: FAs and pilots, mostly. I remember having a conversation with one of the FAs who was on that plane that ran out of fuel and the pilot glided it for twenty minutes without fuel to a safe landing (remember that one?)
This song came on at the end of the night and everyone hugged one another. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. So there you go.
|karl hungus |
yeah, awesome story you fucking filthy raver. looks like you dropped your pacifier over there, better get it!
|The McK |
The idea of a bunch of weepy steward/esses and pilots hugging and crying to this kind of fucking silly vocodered teshno is pretty funny to me.
Allright you slavering cockslurpers, I knew you'd pig-pile me for this (and McK they are called FAs now read my fucking story, you non-dance-loving-hershey-stain).
I am forwarding all this correspondence to my ex (who is now happily employed with another airline and she is currently laughing her ass off), but RESPECT the fact that she was with Canada 3000 when it went tits up (I know you won't).
we'll respect it if you send us pics of her titties.
What's really weird is I have four different versions of this song, and none of them are this one.
But now I know that Gigi D'Agostino is a dude.
Man, I used to love this type of synth, wave-signy Eurobeat dance music. Then I graduated 7th grade.
0 stars for shitty Eurodance. 5 stars for even shittier sappy story trying to justify it.
5 stars for "wave-sign"! I failed calculus so I'm fully justified in spelling "sine" with a "g".
A bunch of people temporarily out of work is the saddest thing you've ever seen?
This song is pure dog squeeze.
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