The Rake Magazine

Month: June 2007

  • Friday Night Against the Nats: The Return Of Joe Mauer (Yawn)

    That was Jason Simontacchi, folks, right-handed, thirty-three year old definition of a journeyman. This is a guy who bounced in and out of the minor league systems of the Pirates, Royals, and Twins before finally getting a shot with the Cardinals from 2002-2004; a guy who blew out his shoulder and disappeared entirely from the Major Leagues before landing in Washington this year; a guy who entered Friday’s game with a 5.61 ERA, playing for a team that was 24-36.

    A textbook Twin killer, in other words.

    And, yes, dammit all to hell, that was Cristian Guzman batting lead-off for the Nats, Cristian Guzman who hit .219 last year and is being paid over four million dollars this season by Washington; Cristian Guzman who, after going 4-5 with three runs scored and an RBI Friday night, is now hitting .339.

    That was Jason Simontacchi. That was Cristian Guzman. Those were the fucking Washington Nationals.

    And that was Carlos Silva, and that was Joe Mauer batting second, and those were the erratic, underachieving Minnesota Twins.

    It wasn’t pretty.

    It wasn’t pretty at all.

  • Spend Your Fair Share of Time in the Sun

    WINE AND ADVENTURE
    A Celebration of Art and Wine

    Bottles3-191x126.jpgIt’s going to be a lovely weekend, so get in the car, do a little driving, and spend the day (or the entire weekend) on the Three Rivers Wine Trail, visiting wineries amid lush valley scenery, sampling locally-produced wines, enjoying the featured artwork, and listening to live music. Minnesota’s first wine trail is comprised of six Minnesota wineries, all located within the St. Croix, Mississippi, and Cannon River Valleys: Cannon River Winery, Falconer Vineyards, Alexis Bailly Vineyard, Saint Croix Vineyards, Northern Vineyards Winery, and WineHaven Winery & Vineyard.

    Saturday from 10-5 p.m. and Sunday from 12-5 p.m., Three Rivers Wine Trail of Minnesota, see the individual vineyards for directions; free.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    When You’ve Lost Everything, You’ve Got Nothing Else to Lose

    thumb.jpgIn the spirit of works of art like Life is Beautiful, that highlight humor and imagination as a means for survival, Aftermath explores the imaginary world created by survivors of a tsunami. With no memory of their past lives or of the recent tragic events that brought them together, they carry out their lives in a fantasy world where anything is possible and life is a beautiful game. But what happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Directed and conceived by Katie Kaufmann, Aftermath features some of our top physical theater and clown performers, including Jason Bohon, Jon Ferguson, Kim Richardson, Sara Richardson, and Marcus Quinones. What is our attraction to disaster? (Be on the lookout for Brad Zeller’s upcoming Rakish Angle on the matter.)

    7 p.m. (Thursday – Sunday through June 17th), Bedlam Theatre, 1501 S 6th St., Minneapolis; 612-341-1038; $12.

    The Funniest Show You’ve Never Paid to See

    improvpark_04.jpgStevie Ray’s Improv Comedy has begun their summer Improv in the Park series, every Sunday through August in the Rose Garden by Lake Harriet. Take a lawn chair or pull up a patch of grass and join the audience-interactive comedy show. Over 46,000 people have enjoyed Improv in the Park since 1992. This year, make sure you’re one of them. (No show if it is raining or the grass is too wet to sit on.)

    Sunday at 5 and 7 p.m., Lyndale Park Rose Gardens, 4124 Roseway Road, Minneapolis; 612-370-4838.

    MUSIC
    Beyond Interpretation and into Possession

    1938725870.jpgIf you’re looking for a class act this weekend, Madeline Peyroux is your girl. (Am I going to get trashed by the feminist contingency now — for calling her a girl? I meant womyn, of course.) This Georgia-born jazz singer has a haunting voice reminiscent of the late great Billie Holliday. That’s right; it has a genuinely celestial quality. And while the earlier part of her career saw her singing songs from Holliday’s era, her latest album, Half the Perfect World, draws from contemporary artists like Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, and Joni Mitchell. This is a must see show.

    Friday ay 8 p.m., The O’Shaughnessy, College of St. Catherine, 2004 Randolph Ave., St. Paul; 651-690-6769; $29-32.

    Stones Groove and String-Drenched Nostalgia

    newberry3.jpgCelebrating the release of his first solo album The Waiting Room, New York rocker Matt Lenny and his band make their Minneapolis debut performance on Saturday. With the bare Americana sounds of Hank Williams and Ryan Adams, The Waiting Room is a ten-song collection featuring Matt Lenny’s distinctive voice and guitar playing backed by some of Chicago’s top rock and country musicians. He artfully mixes pop anthems with classic rock and country, creating a sound that’s at once familiar and deeply personal. Joining Matt Lenny will be local pop trio Maudlin and Americana singer-songwriter Mother Banjo.

    Saturday at 7:30 p.m., The Beat Coffeehouse, 1414 W. 28th St., Minneapolis; 612-910-0360; $5.

    Party Like You Care

    2564460130.jpgThe first annual Finnegans Summerfest will be held on Saturday, all day and all night, at the Cabooze and surrounding areas on Cedar Avenue. The event features 28 bands, four stages, and one great cause — ending youth homelessness. Proceeds from this year’s event benefit Heading Home Hennepin. Go enjoy the incredible line-up of artists: Dave Pirner (Soul Asylum) & the Volunteers, The Alarmists, White Light Riot, The Delilahs (reunion), Vicious Vicious, Melismatics, Tim Mahoney, Epic Hero, Pert Near Sandstone, Friends Like These, We Became Actors, The Debut, The Brothers Frantzich, Jeff Arundel, Kevin Bowe, Billy Johnson, Joanna James, Charlie Parr, Michael Morris, Ryan Van Slooten, and Mark Mallman.

    Saturday from 1 p.m. – 2 a.m., The Cabooze, 917 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612-338-6425; $25 ($5 off with an LRT pass).

    BLOCK PARTY
    Red Stag Opening Block Party

    IMG_0909.JPGThe new Red Stag Supper Club, the latest venture by Cafe Barbette and Bryant-Lake Bowl owner Kim Bartmann, will celebrate its upcoming opening with a block party on Saturday. The Red Stag will be the first restaurant in Minnesota to be Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design, or LEED, certified. In keeping with the restaurant’s environmentally conscious mission, the block party will be a zero-waste event, using recyclable and reusable items. Enjoy local and organic eats, cold beer and cocktails, a flea market featuring local artists and vendors, and a whole lot of free, outdoor music. Featured artists include: Wain McFarlane of Ipso Facto, MC/VL, Chooglin, Prudence Johnson with Buffalo Jack & the Plowboys, Black Blondie, and Low — in that order — with emcees from Lit 6 Project and Electric Arc Radio.

    Saturday from 5 – 10:30 p.m., Red Stag Supper Club, 509 1st Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; free.

    YOGA
    YogaGame Adventure

    Got kids? Share the yoga experience with the whole family. Parents and kids can practice yoga together this Sunday at Yoga One. Watch as the coordination of your child’s growing bodies, minds, and personalities are enhanced with an interactive yoga game, yoga poses, breath exercises, and a mini-meditation. Entice the curious and active yogi-to-be. The one-hour class is recommended for adults and children ages three and up.

    Sunday, Yoga One, 2100 B Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-872-6347; $20 per family.

    HOMES
    Home Is Where You Hang Your Wallet

    Up for a drive with some seriously decadent dreaming? The 7th annual Twin Cities Luxury Home Tour begins this weekend. Go see some of our most accredited custom builders and the latest in luxury living. Find the home of your dreams. Or just dream. If nothing else, you might run into some great ideas you can mimic in the areas of architecture, interior design, technology, landscaping, appliances, craftsmanship.

    Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from noon to 6 p.m., see the tour map, or begin at Kinchyle Builders, 8604 Whisper Creek Trail, Greenfield; $25.

  • Weekend shopping notes

    One of my favorite stores on the whole planet (or at least in the general vicinity of this geocode) is having a vintage sale this weekend. At Fashion Avenue (4936 France Ave. S., Edina), I’ve found magenta leather boolets from the ’80s, an ultra-long Cynthia Rowley dress, and countless other fashionable items. Important note: The weekend’s sale is not at FA, but at Belleson’s (3908 W. 50th St., Edina). Check the teaser that is this sale’s Craig’s List post!

    That wheezing sound you now hear? That’s just me hyperventilating …

    And for my hipster friends: the Red Stag NE Block Party (Saturday) promises to have a flea market flowing with all sorts of finds from local artisans (including some clothes by Eireann Lorsung, who was featured, as a poet, in our June issue). There’ll also be a fine lineup of regional rockers: Low, Prudence Johnson, Chooglin’, and MC/VL. This party celebrates the pending opening of the new Red Stag Supper Club, brought to of us by Kim Bartmann (you know her from Barbette and Bryant Lake Bowl).

  • Par Ridder Buys Paul Magers' Mansion

    (UPDATED) I can’t decide if I want this to be true or not, but by all indications on May 14 Star Tribune publisher, Par Ridder, currently busy hacking the livelihoods out from under 150 or so of his employees, closed a deal to buy former KARE anchor Paul Magers’ rather, shall we say, grand-to-ostentatious Lake of the Isles mansion for something just south of $3 million — $2.73 million to be exact. (For a time Magers tried to sell it for $3.9 million.)

    The selling agent, Barry Berg, (an old high school classmate of mine — in case anyone ever wondered), has not returned calls confirming the deal, but several of his competitors have confirmed the purchase. (Being a very smart guy Barry has to know nothing good will ever come from disclosing anything — ever — to the likes of me.)

    Magers, who lived the Hollywood high life long before moving to Beverly Hills, finally sold the sprawling 8000 sq. foot 1907 status statement in 2006 (after 818 days on the market) for something in the $2.55 million range. Young Par will part ways with a squalid $1.3 million Sunfish Lake pied-a-terre as he attempts to assume his position among the real money of old Minneapolis.

    Needless to say, the place is ideal for entertaining. But the way Par’s been operating here in Minnesota, I have to wonder who among the “right people” will want to be seen accepting Par’s invitations? I mean, in a way isn’t it kind of like playing golf with OJ?

    Taxes? Oh, yeah. Last year taxes on the Magers Manse were $41,648, or about one year’s salary for one of those sweet old gals Ridder canned from their switchboard jobs at the Strib.

    As I say, maybe everyone feeding these numbers and confirming the purchase is flat-out dead wrong. Maybe Par, who is being sued for several variations of highly unethical, illegal business behavior by the new owners of the St. Paul Pioneer Press, has sufficient awareness of this particular moment in Twin Cities culture to avoid something this indiscreet. Maybe he is astute enough NOT to play the complete vulgarian by rubbing the noses of the laid-off, bought-out (for a song) and de-moralized in a grab of such shameless pretension. But that would surprise a lot of people who have met him since he arrived in Minnesota.

    It reminds me of when his daddy, Tony, was preaching belt-tightening and “right-sizing” to all the Knight-Ridder papers he was cannibalizing for parts and nickels but didn’t have the good sense to decline Architectural Digest’s request to feature HIS home in their thick and glossy pages.

    Also, I’m reminded that both in the law suit filed against him and again in one of his rare face-to-face meetings with his Star Tribune staff, Ridder is quoted saying something to the effect that, “I’ll never turn my back on St. Paul” … out of respect or his family’s long tradition over there in the east metro.

    What’s that line about the acorn and the tree?

  • Market by Night

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    Just a quick reminder that the Mill City Farmers Market is open tonight from 4pm to 8pm for the first of its new summer Thursdays gig. Sounds like a good place to spend happy hour.

    Word is, there are some kick-ass mini-donuts skulking around….

    ps…last night’s Top Chef wasn’t worth yapping about, but tune in next Thursday and we’ll see how my bff Brian fared….

  • The Internet Is Great, But Don't Let Print Die

    BOOKS AND AUTHORS
    Tell Me a Story, Tell Me a Lie

    kk winter 2003.jpgJoin humorist Kevin Kling and host Heather McElhatton for an evening that showcases our finest writers and musicians to present existing work and collaborate on new pieces. Kling built his reputation in the Twin Cities during the 1990s with his groundbreaking plays “21A,” “Fear and Loving in Minneapolis,” and “Home and Away.” While his writing and performing continue unabated, he has probably become best known for his regular story-telling contributions to NPR’s All Things Considered. Joining Kling this evening is his friend Bill Lepp, five-time champion of the West Virginia Liars Contest. Kling met Lepp at the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, Tennessee, and was floored by his performances. Tonight’s show features Stage Session’s ever-adventurous mix of words of music. In addition to Kling and Lepp, guests will include the Robert Bell Trio as house band, singer and accordionist Simone Perrin, a duet featuring cellist Diane Tremain and African drummer Kenneth Komtanghi, Minnesota Public Radio’s Euan Kerr. and the Minneapolis band Redstart, featuring Wendy Lewis (Rhea Valentine, Mary Nail), Michael Lewis (Happy Apple, Fat Kid Wednesdays), Martin Dosh ( Dosh, Andrew Bird, Fog, Lateduster, Vicious Vicious) Jeremy Ylivsaker (Barb Cohen, The Melismatics, Mark Mallman, Detroit, Fog).

    7:30 p.m., The Fitzgerald Theater, 10 E Exchange St., St. Paul; 651 290-1200; $22-31.

    The Unexpected Life of Books

    Birkerts copy.jpgExplore the unexpected life of books with two award-winning authors and literary critics — Sven Birkerts and Lewis Buzbee. The authors, both of whom started their careers as booksellers before becoming authors themselves, will discuss the role books have played in their lives and in our society. Sven Birkerts is the editor of AGNI magazine and has taught writing at Harvard University, Emerson College, Amherst, and most recently Mount Holyoke College. He is the author of seven books, including An Artificial Wilderness: Essays on 20th Century Literature, The Gutenberg Elegies: The Fate of Reading in an Electronic Age, and most recently The Reading Life: Books for the Ages from Graywolf Press. His reviews regularly appear in The New York Times Book Review, The New Republic, Esquire, and The Atlantic. A bookseller and publisher for 20 years, Lewis Buzbee has taught writing for the last 7 years at the University of San Francisco. He is the author of Fliegelman’s Desire, After the Gold Rush, and The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop. And his work has appeared in such publications as Harper’s, GQ, and The New York Times Book Review. His next novel, his first for younger readers, Steinbeck’s Ghost, is due in the fall of 2008. It’s about a 13 year-old boy who tries to save the Salinas public library from closing.

    7 p.m., Minneapolis Central Library, Carl and Eloise Pohlad Hall, 300 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis; 612-630-6174; free.

    A Book To Make Your Neighborhood Come Alive

    walljasper_medium.jpegFor many years Jay Walljasper has written about urban planning and public place issues. He writes the Town Square column for the Project for Public Spaces e-newsletter, Making Places. An extended essay of his appears in the book Toward the Livable City. He examined positive urban initiatives in places like Portland, inner-city Boston, Copenhagen, and the Twin Cities for a series, What Works? in The Nation. And this evening he will be discussing ideas from his latest project, The Great Neighborhood Book. Joining him for a spirited discussion about improving neighborhoods will be David Brauer, president of the Kingfield Neighborhood Association; Matt Perry, of the East Harriet Neighborhood Association; and Steve Jevning, founder of Leonardo’s Basement (featured in the book).

    7:30 p.m., Magers & Quinn Booksellers, 3038 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-822-4611; free.

    The Artist’s Bookshelf

    3220111569.jpegStill don’t have enough authorly options? Help keep alive the spirit of one of our recently-departed, great American writers, Kurt Vonnegut. Join the Artists’s Bookshelf for a discussion of Slaughterhouse-Five this evening as part of their summer mythologies series. Vonnegut’s modern classic revolves around a unique odyssey through space and time, and reflects the mythic journey of our own fractured lives. Get to the Walker an hour early for a free guided tour of the related exhibition, then visit Wolfgang Puck’s Coffee and Wine Cart in the Bazinet Garden Lobby for a treat to bring to the discussion. Discussions are moderated by actor Roger Nieboe.

    7 p.m., Walker Art Center, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7600; free (limited space).

    MUSIC
    Combining the Best of Blues, Folk and Americana

    pines_sandy_dyas_photo_2.jpgJoin local indie-roots band The Pines in celebrating the release of their Red House Records debut Sparrows in the Bell. Hailing from Iowa, David Huckfelt and Benson Ramsey combine roots, blues and indie-rock to create a raw, haunting sound. Does the name Ramsey ring a bell? Benson is in fact the son of blues-rocker Bo Ramsey, who has partnered with greats like Greg Brown and Lucinda Williams. Entrenched in folk and blues music from birth, Benson lets those influences shine, even on louder electric songs. In fact, much like their literal and figurative fathers, these boys honor the old with a touch of the new. Both strong writers and musicians, David and Benson have distinct voices that complement each other, causing audiences and critics alike to tout them as a powerful young force in American roots music. Joining The Pines will be label-mate and critically acclaimed bluesman Ray Bonneville, who will be playing songs from his upcoming release Goin’ By Feel.

    7:30 p.m., Cedar Cultural Center, 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-338-2674; $15.

    FILM
    The Mathematical Formula for Existence

    2957038752.jpegThe 1,2,3 Movie Series continues this evening with PI, Darren Aronofsky’s film about a genius mathematician who’s built a supercomputer at home that provides a key for understanding all existence. This is an exceptional film. If you haven’t seen it, don’t miss it. If you’ve seen it, then you already know to go see it again. The film is a great example of what you can do with a very small budget and guerrilla filmmaking. It will be screened on the back wall of the Soap Factory. (If it is cold or raining, it will be screened in the gallery.)

    9:15 p.m., The Soap Factory, 518 2nd Street SE, Loading Dock, Minneapolis; 612-623-9176; free.

  • Rabid Weasels and the "Higher Calling"

    I love a good rip job, and commenter “lttl” gets off a terrific stream of rips while responding to Strib Guild officer Pam Miller’s post lamenting the loss of so much talent from her newsroom. Clearly “lttl” places far less value on the Twin Cities’ primary news source.

    Here’s a sample:

    “Ford, NWA, local govt, countless others, all gave good paying jobs to folks trying to make a better life for their kids — pull them up the ladder. Lots of those jobs are gone thanks to the “invisible hand” and I pray for them every night.

    “Very few of the Strib refugees fall into that bucket. Other than the fabled Phone Ladies of Lileks’ fame and lore, aren’t the displaced all (a) educated, (b) degreed, and (c) skilled people? In other words, why should I give a crap about some overeducated dilettante who went into journalism viewing him(her)self as some ascetic purveyor of The Truth?

    “It’s a load of CRAP. Sid Hartman, Kate Parry, Kersten, Coleman, Lileks, CJ, Lambert — good luck to you all and I’ll give you a buck when I see you under the 94 viaduct. You chose your Craft (hence the ‘Guild’). Your product lacked quality and could be found in abundance at higher quality and less (in most instances, no) cost. I can hear Sid’s babbling about Close Personal Friends for free every morning on the Good Geriatric Neighbor. Anything Kersten has to say is available from a variety of pablum packers online or over the air and the same with Coleman. I can get Lileks from bubble gum wrappers, fortune cookies, online and from my fillings if I’m too close to an old AM radio. And CJ? When I get so addled that I (a) give a crap about local spray-ons or (b) need her to tell me about them, I’ll just stick my withered gonads into a bag of rabid weasels and go out on a high note.

    “At least she didn’t get run off by a second-rate backwater newspaper and a Clear Channel intern project. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

    I shouldn’t laugh. But, come on, there’s some pretty funny stuff in there. Except for that last crack. What a mongrel bastard!

    I draw attention to “lttl’s” comments because his attitude is palpable around town, and not just from talk radio chowderheads who see “liberal bias” behind every sports score and think Glenn Beck is the last honest man standing. I suspect “lttl” has a personal issue or two with some or all of us mentioned. Maybe we dismissed him in a story somewhere back in time, or maybe CJ DIDN’T quote him at a Vikings Celebrity Dinner. In my experience it doesn’t take much to make glib, cranky people wish most of us a wet cardboard box and a week at the Dorothy Day Center.

    But while there is something to his shots at the implausibly lofty regard some of us have for our “craft” — so high we expect other middle-class workers, people who have been jacked around for years by what we’ll broadly call “market pressures” to take special pity on the spectre of us … US! … losing our cult-ish standing and being forced to face life as Wal-Mart greeters, or worse, Bloomington zoning commission reporters — “lttl” makes a big leap and a fundamental mistake in asserting that a breadth and depth of information-gathering equal to newspapers is already up and readily available on the web.

    Hey “lttl”! Here’s a news flash for your rabid weasels. It isn’t. Not yet anyway. Maybe in a couple years. But not now. Almost all those links on The Huffington Post and The Drudge Report come from journalists somewhere, and every day there are fewer and fewer of them … and fewer still who are doing reporting of any “linkable” relevance. Sure, you can dial up looney tunes wing-nut stuff like NewsMax and call it “journalism” or “facts” without that arrogant “higher calling” crap. But that sort of thing really is the difference between a deep-fried Snickers bar and regular helpings of peas and carrots.

    Before the nutjobs on either end of the spectrum do their spin thing, somebody has to make a few phone calls, visit a few people in person, check out the lay of the land and write a more or less straight report about what just happen. As newspapers wither — and they are withering, I’m not being hysterical about that, less will not be more — there are far fewer people with far less resources to make those calls, visit the sites of the incident and suss out what most likely went down.

    (By the way, with all the attention on the Strib in recent days, we haven’t paid much attention to the St. Paul Pioneer Press, a.k.a that “second-rate backwater newspaper” across the river. Before anyone goes all delusional about MediaNews’ more-enlightened-than-Avista commitment to community service, do yourself a favor and read this piece chronicling the skeletal coverage MediaNews is offering the San Francisco Bay Area.

    In it, one veteran MediaNews editor who recently bailed says this about his “craft”:

    “The newspaper business I got involved in, some say it’s dying. I say it’s dead. The last 10 years of my career has been hospice care.”

    Newspapers are fair game for a lot of ripping. There is plenty of arrogance to spare in the average newsroom. A lot of it of the, “How dare you criticize me!” sort. The average second, third and fourth-rate papers are grossly over-mediated and god-awfully dull, not to mention baffling in their love of redundancy. But stale as they have allowed themselves to become, they are still the only people doing the dusty grunt work of talking to strangers, victims, witnesses and objective experts .

    In some ways those who remain at daily newspapers are like the “illegal immigrants” so much in the news these days. They’re doing the work nobody else wants to do. If you look at it that way, that arrogance of special-ness and reproach-proof “craft” loses a lot of its luster.

  • Throwback Gowns

    balenciaga.jpgIf RetroRama was any indication, there’ll be about a gazillion people wearing pill box hats at this weekend’s Antique and Vintage Clothing event. Trouble is there’s a six-dollar cover to get into the thing. But you can save a whopping buck if you come dressed in vintage.

    From what I understand, this is one of the few quality forums for local women to see, touch, and buy vintage couture–which is very hot; you might’ve noticed if you’d scoped the tabloids. Of course, you’re not going to find any vintage Balenciaga (right), as the starlets are eating all that shit up.

    Just for fun, here’s some vintage couture online.

    www.vintagecouture.com

    www.thefrock.com

    www.vintageous.com

    www.kenivalenti.com

    But I’m an ogler, not a buyer. I could be missing something.

    Carry on.

  • Kevyn Burger Prognosis: Completely Treatable

    A little good news for a change.

    My erstwhile radio partner/combatant, Sarah Janecek, editor of Politics in Minnesota and close pal of Kevyn Burger says word direct from the treating physicians is that Burger’s cancer is Stage 2 and therefore completely treatable. She will undergo the usual draining chemotherapy but prospects for a full recovery, says Janecek, are “excellent.”

  • Music to Bite By

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    AOL Radio is featuring some tasty tunes on their Blogger Radio station. That’s thanks to Josh Friedland of The Food Section who pulled together 100 of his favorite food-related songs. It’s a very cool buffet, something for everyone (a little Snoop, a dash of Dizzy Gillespie, some Carole King, a pinch of Fat Boys). They’re only up until June 16, so tune in soon.

    I personally would have added “Cold Beverages” from G. Love and Special Sauce … “Starfish and Coffee” by Prince … “Cigarettes and Coffee” done by Otis Redding. Personal fave: “Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)” ala Squeeze.

    Josh’s Top 100
    All That Meat And No Potatoes by Fats Waller
    All You Can Eat by the Fat Boys
    Artichoke by Cibo Matto
    Augustus Gloop by Danny Elfman
    Augustus Gloop by The Poozies
    Banana Boat (Day-O) by Harry Belafonte
    Beans And Cornbread by Louis Jordan
    Beef Jerky by Cibo Matto
    Birthday Cake by Cibo Matto
    Black Coffee In Bed by Squeeze
    Bowl Of Oranges by Bright Eyes
    Brown Sugar by D’Angelo
    Brown Sugar by the Rolling Stones
    Candy by Cameo
    Candy by Morphine
    Candy (Drippin’ Like Water) by Snoop Dogg
    Candy Shop by 50 Cent
    Catfish by Bob Dylan
    Catfish Blues by Jimi Hendrix
    Chicken Grease by D’Angelo
    Chicken Noodle Soup by Webstar n Young B
    Chicken Soup With Rice by Carole King
    Chocolate Buttermilk by Kool n The Gang
    Chocolate City by Parliament
    Chocolate Factory by R. Kelly
    Choux Pastry Heart by Corinne Bailey Rae
    Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk by Rufus Wainwright
    Cookin’ by Clifford Brown
    Crawfish by Elvis Presley
    Days Of Wine And Roses by Henry Mancini
    Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On The Bedpost by Lonnie Donegan
    Drinks by Twista
    Egg Man by the Beastie Boys
    Eggs And Sausage by Tom Waits
    Fried Chicken by Ice-T
    Giblet Gravy by George Benson
    Gimme That Wine by Lambert, Hendricks and Ross
    Gin And Juice by Snoop Doggy Dogg
    Glass Onion by The Beatles
    Gone Sugaring by Mirah
    Green Onions by Booker T and The MG’s
    Grits by James Brown
    Ham ‘N’ Eggs by A Tribe Called Quest
    Happy Meal II by The Cardigans
    Home Cookin’ by Horace Silver
    Honey by Moby
    Honey Pie by The Beatles
    I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl by Nina Simone
    I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
    Ice Cream Castles by The Time
    Ice Cream Man by Tom Waits
    Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice
    It Should Have Been Me by Ray Charles
    Jail House Rap by Fat Boys
    Juicebox by The Strokes
    Juicy Fruit by Mtume
    Know Your Chicken by Cibo Matto
    Lady Marmalade by LaBelle
    Le Jazz Et Le Gin by Coralie Clement
    Le Pain Perdu by Cibo Matto
    Milkcow Blues Boogie by Elvis Presley
    Milkshake by Kelis
    Mother Popcorn by James Brown
    My Sweet Potato by Booker T and The MG’s
    Old Joe’s Place by The Folksmen
    One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer by John Lee Hooker
    Orange Crush by R.E.M.
    Oregano Flow (Gumbo Soup Mix) by Digital Underground
    Otha Fish by The Pharcyde
    Pimp Juice by Nelly
    Pot Kettle Black by Wilco
    Potato Head Blues by Louis Armstrong
    Potato’s In The Paddy Wagon by The New Main Street Singers
    Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
    Pulling Mussels (From The Shell) by Squeeze
    Quiche Lorraine by The B-52’s
    Rapper’s Delight by Sugarhill Gang
    Red Apples by Cat Power
    Red Vines by Aimee Mann
    Salt Peanuts by Dizzy Gillespie
    Salt Peanuts by Joshua Redman
    Savoy Truffle by The Beatles
    Shanghai Noodle Factory by Traffic
    Spanish Grease by Willie Bobo
    Straight, No Chaser by Thelonious Monk
    Struttin’ With Some Barbecue by Louis Armstrong
    Sukiyaki by A Taste Of Honey
    Sweets For My Sweet by The Drifters
    Taco WIth A Pork Chop by Ray Brown, John Clayton, Christian McBride
    Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans by Doris Day
    Tea For Two by Ella Fitzgerald
    Tea For Two by Fats Waller
    The Coffee Song by Frank Sinatra
    The Lemon Song by Led Zeppelin
    Too Much Sugar For A Dime by Merle Travis
    Watermelon Man by Mongo Santamaria
    White Pepper Ice Cream by Cibo Matto
    Wild Honey by U2
    Yes! We Have No Bananas by Louis Prima
    You’re Not The Only Oyster In The Stew by Fats Waller