Tuesday, April 18, 2006
The financial folly of Orson lyrics
Unless they involve sweets or presents. These traditions are rigorously upheld by my mother, who can be relied upon to make a bunny cake every year. Reportedly, the bunny cake is my idea. My grandmother says that I came up with it when I was very young and we have stuck with it ever since. Normally, the bunny cake is more cartoonish, and consists of a massive smiling bunny face, like this cake, but this year my mother opted for disturbing realism. She attempted to give it a fluffy bunny tail with icing, but that failed, and instead our bunny just had an enormous sugary ass.
I am terribly ashamed to admit this, but I sort of like that band Orson. With lyrics that address the dilemma of thinking of something to write in somebody's yearbook, and the joy of not having school, it is a guilty pleasure -- like when you're at the bar and you take a sip of your girlfriend's fruity drink while no one's looking.
But something's been bugging me -- the song "No Tomorrow" has these lyrics:
"Everybody here is staring
At the outfit that you're wearing-
(I) love it when they check you out.
Cover's only twenty bucks,
And even if the DJ sucks
It's time to turn this mutha out."
Wait. Whoa. Stop.
Cover's only $20? Only $20?!
Cripes, mama, $20 just to get into a place -- that's insane. And, according to the song, the club only has a DJ, not a proper band. Where are Orson's priorities? Don't these guys know the value of a dollar?
This Friday at 7th Street Entry, you can see the Honeydogs, Michael Morris, and the Flavor Crystals for just $8 if you buy the ticket in advance. That's just $2.66 per band!
OK, fair enough, I have no idea who Michael Morris or the Flavor Crystals are and the Honeydogs are sub par, but the song clearly states that Orson isn't bothered about quality; the lead singer simply wants to turn out a mutha. Based on the two people mentioned in the song, an evening of mutha out-turning with the Honeydogs, Michael Morris, and the Flavor Crystals would reap a savings of $24.
Bah, I can't seem to stay healthy for more than a week as of late. I feel like I'm 100 years old. Although, most likely if I really were 100 years old I would long for the days when I felt like this.
Interesting look at religious proliferation in the United States.
If you could bring someone back from the dead, who would it be?