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Could Have Been a Lifeguard

The drummer for Blotto drools out of both sides of his mouth, and remembers the genesis of his band’s most famous song

By Paul Rapp

Why, I remember it like it was 30 years ago. We were squat-rehearsing in an unheated loft on Sheridan Avenue, in the building where the Skyline is now. Our artist friends Ed and Cathy were living on the top floor, and they’d let us in the freight elevator, and we’d sneak our gear up to the third floor and plug everything in an electric outlet we found in one of the few working industrial lights hanging from the ceiling.

I think we only rehearsed there a couple times, and two memorable things happened. One, my dog Sam-O peed in Bowtie’s open guitar case, which resulted in Sam-O being barred from future band rehearsals. Two, we wrote a song there.

It was a weeknight in late October 1979. It was cold—I think I was wearing gloves, which made drumming a little difficult. Cheap Trick or somebody was playing at the Palace; I remember people yelling up to us from the street.

We were getting ready to record a couple songs with Art Snay at Arabellum Studios out on Sand Creek Road. But before we started working on the songs we were planning on recording, Broadway said “I’ve got this idea for a new song. A summer song. I wanna start it with kind of a surf beat.” So I played a little bastardization of “Wipe Out” and “I Think We’re Alone Now.” Everybody thought it was OK. The song came together almost instantly, with Broadway’s insanely catchy melody and silly lyrics, Sarge singing in his ’60s Mark Lindsay voice, Bowtie and Blanche layering horn-like three-part harmonies, and a whole lot of bounce. We got the cheesiest Freddy Cannon organ sound we could for the intro. For the verses, Cheese suggested a stripped-down vamp, stolen from Joe Jackson’s “Is She Really Going Out With Him?”

For the choruses, Broadway said, “We need something here, a call and response thing . . .” I said, “How about we all sing help, help, help”?

We finished the song in about 30 minutes, recorded it the next weekend, and have played it pretty much the same way for the past 30 years.

That’s the story of “I Wanna Be a Lifeguard.”

 

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