"My gal eats mayonnaise from a jar while she's getting blazed" has gotta be one of the most fun lyrics to sing along to in recent memory. Love this little slice of Netflix life, and I'm into this whole album. Anyone want to see them in DC this month??
During my Chicago trip, I visited the Chicago Cultural Center and walked through an exhibit devoted to 30 years of work from beloved local artist Phyllis Bramson. Her work is so memorably kitschy and colorful and weird. So reads the show's program:
"Bramson passionately paints from her center, so uniquely shaped by formative years among her parents' collections of Asian female figurines and assorted objects, sometimes unmatched decor and a nude figured ash tray that she both admired and was embarrassed by."
That was one influential naked ashtray.
This headline might be a bit of a hyperbole but I have to tell you about this. I went to visit my friend in Chicago recently. It was a spur of the moment trip, I dithered around on booking it but then bought tickets a couple days before.
I didn't even confirm with my friend before buying them, which was dumb. Luckily, she had minimal commitments that week but she had one thing on her calendar that had been planned for months. She was going to a pop-up restaurant that was designed to look exactly like The Max diner from Saved By The Bell. Her friend had to make reservations five minutes after they became available in order to get a spot.
That evening, I tagged along with her to the diner to see if they could add one more to the reservation. I had my yoga clothes in tow so in case it was a no, I could go to yoga class. We walked up to the restaurant and there were at least 30 people in line.
We bypassed them all and strode in confidently. The host stand was down a little hallway and I could see the host beaming at us. He started to pull two menus out and turn to seat us when my friend asked if the existing reservation could be made for three people.
I've never seen anyone turn so cold so quickly. The smile slid off his face and he sternly told us something to the effect that this just wouldn't be possible at the Saved By The Bell diner, it was far too busy. We slunk back out the door and the people in line started peppering us with questions. "What does it look like? Is it crowded? We've been waiting for an hour!"
At this point I felt like I was living inside a Buzzfeed post. Maybe an Eater post crossed with a Buzzfeed post.
I met my friend's friend at a Dinosaur Jr. concert last week and it's been awhile since I've talked with someone about the greatness of Pavement. She brought up this song, which is perfection. My favorite lyric is "Nature kids, they don't have no function." Billy Corgan didn't like it that much.
I probably listened to this 10 times back-to-back last week, which resulted in me singing "i'm so wavy, I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy, I'm so waaaavy" as I wandered around the apartment. I don't know entirely what it means but it seems like a self-esteem anthem. Who doesn't need that at times?