Rock and Roll Rugger

Not much has been going on in in the briny depths of Squid-tarctica lately (except for one big thing but it is not my place to be making such massive announcements on behalf of a fellow bandmate).
While the band takes a brief hiatus, Silky-D has been researching future cover possibilities and shoring up the trans Tasman fanbase by attending the Canterbury Crusaders v ACT Brumbies rugby clash at Christchurch's Lancaster Park (sadly renamed AMI Stadium) last night.
Rugby, it turns out, is one of those sports in which not much happens (at least not much that is discernible from the nosebleed seats through a heavy, pounding rain.)
To spice things up and stir the crowd from slumber, key moments in the history of rock and roll are reprised to mark significant incidents.
At first I thought it was random, then I realised there was method to it.
Thin Lizzy, The Boys Are Back in Town - This marked each of the four occasions Canterbury scored a try. I think this one is easy to decipher. It was the first game of the new season, shrugging off the temporary distraction of the cricket and lawn bowls seasons the boys were back and firing on all cylinders.
INXS and Jimmy Barnes, Good Times - Itself a cover, obviously, this eighties nugget was played each time a try was successfullly converted. Again, not too tricky methinks. Not only have we scored but we have had, in rapid succession, a burst of Thin Lizzy and then an accurate kick at goal. Yes we are going to have a good time tonight, rock and roll music is going to make us feel alright.
Australian Crawl, Boys Light Up - Seemingly played when the opposition does something stupid, such as kicking the ball out on the full. Perhaps deploying cruel irony against the inept Australian opponents who were hardly lighting up as they were pumped 34-3. Or perhaps an appeal to the crowd to get involved?
Paul Simon, You Can Call Me Al - An obvious classic with a bass solo that is Borgeest-like in its magnificence. I may have blogged previously about how I received the tape for Christmas in 1986 and played You Can Call Me Al so many times in a row that my exasperated father frightened me into believing the tape would wear out and snap if I played it more than once a day. Anyway, awesome as it is YCCMA is puzzlingly deployed here whenever a player goes down with what appears to be a serious injury.
This one has me truly stumped. Perhaps a nasty judgement from the stadium DJ that crocked Brumby Adam Ashley-Cooper was a little ''soft in the middle'' for failing to withstand the brute force of the Canterbury pack. As he was carried from the field in front of the cameras and a braying crowd perhaps he was musing: ''where's my wife and family, what if I die here?'' Perhaps, struggling after the retirement of former captain George Gregan, ACT fans were wondering who would be their role model, now that their role model was gone.
Bon Jovi, It's my Life - Played to celebrate a win, striking up its stirring opening ''let's sing a song for the broken hearted'' immediately upon the final whistle . An all-round, revel in the moment, shoutout, made all the more apropriate by the overwhelming popularity of Bon Jovi in this fair city.
Conclusions:
1) It's best to barrack for the Crusaders. I don't really care who wins but you get to hear more Thin Lizzy.
2) My word, eighties music is really quite popular here and not in a knowing, retro, sort of way.
3) The less intrinsically entertaining a sport is, the more it tends to rely on the top-40 hits of yesteryear (see basketball, 20.20 cricket)
4) I really should find that Paul Simon tape and give it another thrash.