I suspect that my good friend the HMS "Monkey Dawg" (also known as "back that ass up in some circles) performed a bit of frotterism on a large, industrial crane on Manhattan's upper east side. Yet another has just collapsed. Happy Birthday you deformed, lovable man.
I'm putting together: Collapsing Cranes: The Soundtrack. I've got a few so far but I'm looking to flush out the list. Your help is needed in this time of crisis. So far Ive got:
Chilli Peppers: (If you see me getting high) Knock me Down
They Might Be Giants: They'll Need a Crane
In all seriousness, WTF? Was there a knowledge and skill exodus in the crane industry last year?