yesterday i was in B&N (Beltline and Preston) and I saw this man sit down next to me with a huge tupperware thing of salad... then his g-friend proceeded to sit down next to him and eat the salad with him. This left me with a myriad of questions... was it leftover from one of their work lunches? Is it some kind of ritual? ... hmmmm.... I was sitting next to them pondering. They even had salad dressing, the kind that spritzes. I was not able to fully see the contents of the salad, just the lettuce and maybe some tomatoe or something.
Since this is my blog I am going to review the White Stripes' latest album, Icky Thump. And since its my blog I am going to write it however I want. Ha ha. If you get their album (which kicks ass) you must proceed directly to #4, Conquest, and then #13, Effect and Cause (which I am foaming at the mouth over). The Stripes have not let us down with a jam-packed (is that a cliche?) album.
The Stripes seem to have gone Mexican--on their album cover they are wearing Mariachi uniforms (or at least thats what it looks like). W'sup with that? NDH is a promoter of Latino culture, but it seems odd on the Stripes. Some of the songs on the album are too hard rocking for me, but overall, I like it. One lyric that I think is funny from 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues: "I'm getting hard on myself/ sitting in my easy chair/ Well there's three people in the mirror and I'm wondering which one of them I should choose."
Please, please, do NDH a favor and proceed to your nearest version of CD World and pick up Icky Thump. Go, blogger fan, go, go, go, go!
Before I go, please pick up a copy of this new cookbook: "I Like Food, Food Tastes Good" by Kara Zuaro. There are recipes from many bands in there as well as very funny comments. I want to make Cheesy Sleazy.
Well, NDH is getting very tired, so must turn in on this lonely Fri. night.
Groovin on Stripes-ness,
NDH
p.s. look forward next time to Elliott Smith. I just picked up his new album.
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