Chefography

Food Network provides me with a shameful amount of mindless entertainment. The level of discretion used when deciding whether or not to watch whatever program comes on is extremely minimal. In fact, when a crappy program comes on and dismay is expressed, no effort is made to get away from the program. Such is the power of delicious food on the television. Eating while watching is basically as perfect as life gets.

So with the network on its second "season" I guess of its "Chefography" shows, little is going to get me more excited this week. It's basically the old "Behind the Music" show except instead of a band's history, it is one of the numerous food network chefs/personalities that gets the one-hour bio treatment. It's so great - from learning about Bobby Flay's tough beginnings on the upper east-side of Manhattan, to marveling at how tremendously ugly all of Rachael Ray's friends are.

All this week at 10pm people. Tell your tivo you can't live without it.

Wilco Rocks

Been on a really gigantic Wilco kick the last week or so, and I'm not really sure why. I've considered myself a fan for years now, but for the first time they've been all I wanted to listen to. Not hard to explain from a technical standpoint - stellar lyrics, thoughtful music - but why it's clicking with me so strongly just now is difficult to articulate. I'll update if I find further insight.



Additionally, this passion has let me on a not unrelated large CD-purchasing frenzy. Along with the previously blogged about Lily Allen, I recently purchased Arcade Fire's new album, the title of which escapes me, as well as the Talking Heads' album "Naked", which has the excellent song, Nothing But Flowers. That song is great on its own but I would be lying if I said I didn't buy it because I first heard the song in Clerks II. No denying that Kevin Smith, despite his bizarre infatuation with his unattractive wife, remains incredibly appealing.



More on this randomness later.

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Lily Allen is Awesome

As Carrie has already astutely pointed out, my purchase of Lily Allen's debut album Alright, Still... is one that I could look back upon in as little as 6 months and feel a great deal of embarrassment towards. But as of today, I couldn't give a shit. This album is so crazy awesome and fun to listen to. I've owned it for 24 hours and have listened to it from start to finish 4 times already. The lyrics are funny and clever, the music is this wonderful blend of pop, ska, and hip-hop, forming into this wonderful sound that is as much unique as it is cliché and familiar. The best part about it is that it just sounds honest. As dumb as this sounds, the way she sings these songs you get the genuine feeling that this is the music she wants to make. It's well produced, but not over-produced like the shit that wins grammys and sits at the top of the charts. So until this album joins Blink 182 and The Barenaked Ladies in my personal "what the fuck was I thinking when I bought this" category, I am going to continue to rock out to this british chick SO HARD.

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Long Time no Post

It's been forever and a day since I posted to this blog, though I'm not entirely sure why. Time issues are certainly a part, though another is that I can't figure out exactly what do do with a space like this. I know I enjoy writing and I felt that a blog would be a good excuse to get into the habit of just putting stuff down, but I think it's pretty evident at that point that such an idea isn't going to work. My plan - short blogs, spur of the moment, crap I'm thinking of. That's the theory anyways - short posts, off the cuff, easy to read. ENJOY!

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