Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I actually like the song. It's a fun, mindless novelty. With a few too many obvious double entendres. (Check out "For Sure," for another example of their work without the double entendres. Another slice of fun, mindless uptempo danceable pop.)
On the other hand, whoever decided to take the "airline service" theme and run with it for the choreography should have their artistic license revoked.
Well, a naked anatomically correct chocolate Jesus does sound kind of tacky; however, Bill Donohue really needs to shut his cakehole and stop pretending he has the authority to bitch and whine for all Catholics everywhere. 'Cause he doesn't. Thanks a heap, asshat. Now (a) we look even prissier and whinier and hissy-fittier than we did before, and (b) you've just tripled or quadrupled the publicity for the stupid wad of chocolate. I'm sure the artist is thanking you, moron.
Though now I'm all curious about the artist. This sounds intriguing:
Cavallaro, who was raised in Canada and Italy, is best known for his quirky work with food as art: Past efforts include repainting a Manhattan hotel room in melted mozzarella, spraying 5 tons of pepper jack cheese on a Wyoming home and festooning a four-poster bed with 312 pounds of processed ham.
"Angers Some Catholics" would have been more accurate.
Why are we discussing this in Music?
I think tommyrot posted in the wrong topic. Unless it's a musical Chocolate Jesus, which would be cool.
Musical Chocolate Jesus: The New West End Production by Alan Bennett!
'Chocolate Jesus' would also be a cool name for a band.
I think tommyrot's making a Tom Waits reference.
I think tommyrot's making a Tom Waits reference.
Yes.
Seems to have caused more confusion than anything....
Cavallaro, who was raised in Canada and Italy, is best known for his quirky work with food as art: Past efforts include repainting a Manhattan hotel room in melted mozzarella, spraying 5 tons of pepper jack cheese on a Wyoming home and festooning a four-poster bed with 312 pounds of processed ham.
That's the kind of art that makes me think the world hasn't enough pager salesmen.