What? I've been busy, all right? Work blows. CMJ was crazy. Four shows in four days (The Knife @ Webster hall; Hot Chip @ Webster Hall; Black Angels @ Nokia Theater; and The Big Sleep and Silversun Pickups at the "Brooklyn Vegan Free Day")! And last night was Les Savy Fav playing a special show right here at the management's day job. Too much of a good thing? You're damn skippy. What's got two thumbs and needs a vacation? *THIS GUY!*
So who's hungry? It's lunchtime around these parts, so I was inspired to look for songs about tasty treats. Granted, the cupboard is relatively bare on my work hard drive, but a trend was apparent nonetheless. With the exception of fruit, no one writes songs about healthy foods. Most songs are about cherries, cookies, hamburgers, ice cream, or candy. Naturally, "cherry" and "candy" tend to operate as shortbus metaphors for "vagina," "sex," and "penis." (Somewhat disturbingly, ice cream tends to act as a sexual image as well. I dunno... there's just something off about incorporating dairy into your sexy talk. It's like incorporating dairy into your cocktails: It happens [see Caucasians], but it should generally be avoided [see Car Bombs].) Burgers and cookies get a less lascivious treatment. I guess there aren't songs with titles like "I Want Wheat Germ," "Tofushake," and "Carob City" because deep down even the goddamn hippies know that healthy foods are, well...profoundly unsatisfying.
**THE MONDAY MIXTAPE ASSOCIATED WITH THE ABOVE INTRO AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN, BECAUSE THE NEW EZARCHIVE SUCKS DONKEY COCKS**
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