Naming a song after a villain who ties women to train tracks didn’t seem like such a great choice.
Especially these days.
I can see it now, I release a song named Snidely Whiplash and all of a sudden I’m being chased down the street by angry women bearing torches and Tasers screaming, “There he is! Get him! Slim Man advocates tying women to railroad tracks and he must be stopped at once!”
So I decided to change the name from Snidely Whiplash, to…
I didn’t know what.
Maybe a name with a Palm Springs vibe. So I started looking on the internet and found a website with a list of the Top 5o Things to See in Palm Springs.
At the very bottom of the list, number 50, was Bombay Beach.
I liked the name. I liked the alliteration. And in general, I like the word “beach.”
Beaches are happy places. So, I decided to call my new Bona Fide musical masterpiece Bombay Beach.
I emailed the PR peeps after midnight and told them to retitle the song. Then I started reading about Bombay Beach…
Bombay Beach is on the Salton Sea. In the 1960s, the Salton Sea was on its way to being a luxury resort, with water skiing and fishing and swimming and birdwatching. Builders started building, folks started buying lots, and it looked like it was gonna be the next Lake Tahoe. And then…
The Salton Sea started drying up.
Heat from the desert made some water evaporate. Runoff from agriculture started polluting the sea. And there was no new water flowing into the Salton Sea. Fish started dying, the shores were receding, and it became uninhabitable.
Sonny Bono, a California congressman who used to be part of the Sonny and Cher duo, tried to get Congress to do something, but nothing happened. The beat goes on…
And now?
The article said Bombay Beach was now a ghost town.
I decided to find out for myself. Just to make sure Bombay Beach wasn’t home to a satanic cult or a group of bank robbers or villains who tie women to railroad tracks.
So I got up before dawn and drove down Highway 111. As I approached the Salton Sea, the sun started rising.
To my right were a few state parks. They were still open but looked shabby and run-down and overgrown with shrubbery.
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