new music.

a little bit of self-referential throwback nostalgia.
i needed a little teeny tiny tidbit of tasty treats.
mo' sandwiches an' that.
the cucch is a terrific roommate to span time with,
because, alongside all his better qualities,
he makes a mean 'gweenie;
that's a tempeh b.l.t., with sprouts and avocado,
paired up with the wonder twins of potatodom,
bbq AND salt'n'vinegar crisps.
why settle for one kind of kickass chippers, y'heard?
demand more.
we even rocked root beer floats, my ninjas.
cheerful chuggables,
the perfect sweet syrupy sodapop sundae for a sunday.
we doo-doo that rootin' tootin' sh!t.


fast-paced punk rock?
i know,
i still like it,too.
yeah, yeah, i like that folksy stuff,
and that gyspy concertina jammie-jam, too.
and of course, the interesting-instrument ironic new stuff as well...
but i still get every NOFX album,
even after all the long years of diversifying my musical tastes.
if i'm old, those dudes are ancient,
but they are also still fast.
and furious.
and that kind of consistency is good for you.
it's basically been one album,
rewritten every other year,
for twenty-somethin'-odd years.
they keep rewritin',
and i keep rebuyin'.
that's symbiosis.
it's from nature.

i also am rocking the steve martin banjo album pretty hard.
all you need to know is that dolly parton sings on one track.
blonde barbie country chest-cannon explosion meets 'the jerk' meets 'deliverance'?
that's about all i ever wanted...
boobs, my friends and my thermos, and some butt-blastin' banjo pickin.
go get it,
you SO totally need to have it.
and make sure you crank the volume up to eleven;
never quiet, never soft...