Boneyless in the USA

Okay, so this isn’t so much a blog post, but more of a public service announcement.

It has come to my attention (thanks to my Aussie mate Nikki who is currently living in the US) that there has been a great travesty in the music world.

I’m here to make it right.

If you were growing up in Australia in the late 70’s and early 80’s, Sunday nights could only mean one thing. Countdown. Countdown’s host Molly Meldrum fronted up week after week trying to get it right, with the ever patient Gavin Wood as the voice behind the scenes. With your tape recorder tuned into ABC radio, and your television locked onto ABC television, children and young teens would sit with two fingers paused over the play/record and pause buttons, ready to record the national top 10.

The Ramones, Blondie, Queen, David Bowie, Elton John, Kiss: they all came to Australia. Each of them wiping themselves out while hosting the show in a completely incoherent manner. There were many episodes where the host didn’t quite make it to the end. People fell off the stage, tripped over stray electrical cords on the ground, and wore skin tight satin pants while lip syncing (I’m looking at you Iggy Pop).

It was on Countdown that I first heard Boney M.

Here they all being all sorts of politically incorrect in Russia.

Rasputin, Daddy Cool, Brown Girl in the Ring, Ma Baker, Rivers of Babylon, and I haven’t even started with the Christmas Hits.

And this is where the travesty comes in.

America.

Yes, you, America. It has come to my attention that you do not know who Boney M is? While Boney M were saturating the airwaves of Britain, South Africa, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and perhaps Mars – America was Boneyless.

How can this be? How does one have Christmas without Boney M?

This has to stop today.

Christmas just isn’t Christmas without Boney M.

Mary’s boy child. How do you have Christmas without Mary’s boy child?

So after you’ve downloaded the Christmas album, can I also suggest Rasputin and Daddy Cool, turn it up loud, and make a complete fool of yourself. I did. Swim dancing, I got caught up in some swim dancing.

I wasn’t going to put it online but then …”Mum, you can’t put that on YouTube”

Did you have Boney M where you grew up?

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