Song Forty-Nine

I am writing whilst eating those pre-sliced, never-brown apples so prominently featured in the NYT Magazine a couple weeks back. These are the foodstuffs that--along with the "milk rather than coke" option--are supposed to make you feel okay about getting your children Happy Meals; apparently, through some fairy magic, they neutralize parental guilt about whatever is wicked about chicken nuggets (aka "kid crack"). The slices are "rich in Vitamin C" which makes me question their naturalicity a bit as apples are not traditionally a "rich in Vitamin C" food. Now, if they could just inject them with protein and calcium, I'd be set. Apples, the other-other white meat!

On an unrelated but musical note, earlier this week I saw John Legend on Martha, making mac and cheese. The mac and cheese looked quite good and easy to make, though John and Martha differed on the amount of paprika to sprinkle on top. I'm sure this will do wonders for his street cred. He invited Martha to work out with him; she declined but it turns out they both workout at Chelsea Piers. Perhaps KW will produce Martha's next Rhino compilation: Straight Out of the Hamptons.

For song forty-nine, I picked a jangly New Pornographers' tune "All For Swinging You Around." It is quite upbeat, and somewhere beneath the surface alterna-sheen, there's a very Bangles/Go-Gos feel here. The drum break is particularly appealing. You could do the watusi to this one. There are points when the lead vocalist (I guess it's Neko Case) reminds me of Kirsty MacColl; there's a nice knowing-ness to her voice in this song. This is very much a sing-a-long car song. Until I found the lyrics online, I consistently thought the line, "Exploding international, the wind did howl," was "Washington National, the wind did howl." I'm actually a bit sad now, because I personally related to my version, flying into DC in the cold winter winds. So, I think I'll continue to sing it my way.

316 to go.