For Jimmy Jazz
I said he ain't here, but he sure went past,
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz!
Me and Jelly spent the entirety of Highway 90 (1130-1 Saturdays, 104.7 Gippsland FM) analysing the lyrics of Jimmy Jazz by the Clash.
Who is Jimmy Jazz? What does he do for a living? What has he done to attract the attention of the coppers?
We decided it couldn't have been murder. They're not searching for him terribly hard. We figured it was probably drugs.
What's happened, right, is that Jimmy Jazz, the drug dealer, has been smoking up with Joe Strummer - when he's heard the fucken sirens, right? He's yelled out, "SHIT! IT'S THE COZZAS!" and legged it out the backdoor, leaving a stoned Joe to sort it out with the boys in blue.
Fucken rude! That's what it is!
Poor Joe. "Uhhhhh.... he aaaaainnn't heeeere, buuuht he shore went pahst."
It's bullshit. And the cops know it, but they know they're not going to get any more out of Joe, so they leave it.
I can't believe we spent 90 minutes talking about this (between mic breaks).
There's nothing to fucking analyse. Anyway, that's how I spent my day.