That C&C Music Factory Song Was Set Here Too

The watchword for writers seeking to capture the essence of A2 seems to be “sweaty,” if you go by this Daily column on fiction with an Ann Arbor backdrop. Author Bharati Mukherjee depicts our town as “an equal parts hot-sweat sexy academic wonderland,” while a character in a Dean Bakopoulos novel counsels, “Do not, do fucking not … under any circumstances, fall in love with a woman in Ann Arbor,” warning of “warm narrow beds that smell of beer and salt and sweat.”

20 Responses to “That C&C Music Factory Song Was Set Here Too”


  1. No offense, but this is rather thin material. I have a copy of that “Writing Ann Arbor” anthology, but I haven’t really delved into it. Maybe there’s a better adjective that will emerge from there!

    FWIW, I was unmoved by “Please Don’t Come Back from the Moon.” Bakopoulos’s descriptive abilities were not sufficient to make me feel all that Ann Arbor sweat.


  2. Ann Arbor has always been a hotbed of hot beds. 8-)


  3. romantisise ann arbor (in lit.?) not really that bad an idea. but why look to other’s to do it for you? it’s easy. it’s only a frame of mind. and a good one at that. Cheers to those who try! Maybe Dave (see above) should try to inspire someone, anyone, to do something. Anything!

    Ann Arbor is indeed a hotbed of hot beds, for those who choose it to be.


  4. I came recently upon another great and thought provoking literary reference to A2. It is from the poet Donald Hall, the former poetry editor at the Paris Review– who, representative of that journal’s perennial editorial wisdom, passed repeatedly on the young Allen Ginsburg. This is an excerpt for the delectation of those who are not familiar. The poem, called “Eating the Pig”, is ca. 1975-1978.

    Twelve people, most of us strangers, stand in a room
    in Ann Arbor ….

    How bizarre, this raw apple clenched
    in a cooked face! Then I see his eyes,
    his eyes cramped shut ….

    they gutted the pig and stuffed him,
    and roasted him five hours, basting the long body.

    Then a young woman cuts off his head.
    ….With sudden enthusiasm we dismantle the pig,
    we wrench his trotters off, we twist them
    at shoulder and hip….

    In ten minutes, the destruction is total.
    ….His intact head
    swivels around, to view the landscape of the body
    as if in dismay.

    …. twelve of us, in our different skins, older and younger,
    opened your skin together
    and tore your body apart, and took it
    into our bodies.

    …………….
    I don’t know about you, but I took this to be a great metaphor.


  5. HOORAY! For the poem.


  6. From Anne Sexton’s “Transformations”, “Rapunzel”:

    Let your dress fall down your shoulder,
    come touch a copy of you
    for I am at the mercy of rain,
    for I have left the three Christs of Ypsilanti,
    for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor
    and the church spires have turned to stumps.


  7. Frank Black:

    I’m just another ten percenter
    My mind is like an ocean
    My mind is like an ocean
    I’m hanging in the harbor

    I’m just drifting, letting out the line
    I’m letting out the drifting line
    I’m trying to be a guy
    Who’s hailing from Ann Arbor

    Making jerk
    Getting perk
    And it’s good
    Yeah I would
    I’m a jerk!


  8. the sweat’s where all the rent goes!


  9. There once was a man from Ann Arbor
    That never went to a barber

    He had no clue
    that it was not 72

    But he could never venture farther.


  10. This has absolutely no relevance to the current discussion, but I figured one of this blogs astute readers might be able to answer an AA trivia question. Does anyone know which house Robert McNamara lived at in AA while he was working at Ford?


  11. yeah! a feeble attempt at cultural significance. ann arbor is about as significant as a hamsters droppings. why not give up and call it University-ville or Wolverine. Wolverine, I like that.


  12. I am deeply offended by the above senseless attack on hamsters. In protest I wrote the following poem:

    When a hamster drops its load
    an Ann Arbor, it makes more sound
    than thirty thousand Amazonian hardwoods
    a hurricane off Nunavut
    fifty clubbed seals
    a Malaysian sewing room
    a Bowery whimper on cardboard.

    The student-keeper whispers:
    should I be offended
    should the hamsters of Ann Arbor organize
    dare I dispose of shaved cedar?


  13. Robert MacNamara - Check out the old Polk Directories in the Library - it was somewhere in Ann Arbor Hills.


  14. Here is a spy novel from 1940 that takes place in a barely-disguised Ann Arbor:

    “The Dark Tunnel” by Ross MacDonald

    It’s full of chase scenes, including in the steam tunnels that are no longer available as sheltered short cuts between campus buildings. The building now housing “The Lord Fox” restaurant figures as well — it was sort of a dive.

    This was his first novel before he was famous (and originally published under a different name).

    I assume any respectable and comprehensive list would have it, but I don’t see it mentioned here.


  15. Where are the new posts from aaio?

    Aaauuugghh!

    David Boyle


  16. Mae- catch 22 - it is now!

    (hey- now we’re respectable and comprehensive!)


  17. Dear AAIO,

    Come back, we miss you.

    Sincerely,

    A leaderless and discontented public (A.L.D.P.)


  18. AAIO - Come back!


  19. I missed you all too!


  20. Why is it beer and sweat and not wine and sweat?

    Whenever I wake up in one of those apartments it’s always some shitty chianti.

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