I've been listening to The Sweet a lot lately. Wot a quintessentially glammy band. They had it all; big hair, lots of makeup, androgynous outfits, blazing guitars, drumming so sharp it could slice off the top of your head, twee vocals, and wry, poppy tunes (courtesy of Chapman and Chinn) that goofed on sexuality in a way that was pretty shocking (for the 1970s), yet playful enough to get them past the censors and onto AM radio. "A.C.D.C." may be the catchiest song about bisexual girlfriends that's ever been written (admittedly, that's a pretty slim genre of music). I did a search on the lyrics, but Google kept turning up the following mystifying mistranslation:

She got phone
but they call her a bump
she got sick
you wanna see her dingaling

This should be:

She's got fun
but they call her a bum
she's got zing
you wanna see her dingaling

Yeah, I know. Six of one, half dozen of another, but at least the lyrics scan.

In other news, I fly out to Beltsville, MD tomorrow. A veritable cornucopia of high culture and haute cuisine near the Washington DC Beltway, hence the name Beltsville (Oh those clever Marianlanders). As is my habit, I cased the area for Tiki bars with the help of the Tiki Bar Review Pages, which I see has been turned into a smash bestseller called Tiki Road Trip, I'll definitely hafta order this.

The most promising Tiki spot in DC looks to be Politiki, a bar with a selection of presidential Tiki mugs for sale which I simply must possess. It's like Pokemon for adults...gotta get 'em all!