One day I was visiting my sister in Toronto.  We were walking through an Indian section of town.  Indian dance music was blaring everywhere.  One of the stores was playing a CD that sounded too good not to buy.  Now why the hell would I want to buy a CD of Indian dance music?  Easy.  Another dumbass scheme had just hatched in my head. 

In my freshman algebra class, I had a student named Gibson Mammon.  He was a good kid.  He was little, maybe 90 pounds.  He was Indian.  And he was a boy.  You might say he was a good little Indian boy.  He was smart, respectful, and polite, but his excessive energy drove his classmates up a wall.  Maybe he had ADD.  Who knows.  To keep an eye on his antics, I moved him next to my desk.  Around that time, I heard the Indian dance music in Toronto.  The scheme: make an Indian dance remix, featuring Gibson Mammon!  With Gibson sitting next to my desk, I could easily record some of the crazy shit he would say.  Of course, like 90% of my ideas, I lost interest before the project gathered any momentum.  Here is the dance track I was going to use, along with some vintage Gibson...

Indian Dance Music.mp3
Gibson Mammon.mp3