how i love to listen to dfa 1979 and.....

if the first word that came to your mind was 'fuck', well, i hate to disappoint you but this isn't THAT blog (though it might not be far off in the works). i won't argue that skin on skin contact and dfa 1979 don't make a great pair; that'd just be silly. no, the purpose of this ramble is to pay tribute to one of my favorite bands to listen to and...cook!
let's rewind some years ago when dfa 1979 burst into my world. somewhere in the early college years of '04-'05 i witnessed the duo's performance of 'Romantic Rights' on the Conan O'Brien program and my interest took off from there. i even remember rocking out VERY hard and rolling on the ground at a party while blasting "You're a Woman, I'm a Machine". i don't think many friends claimed to know me that night. i spent the next few years with those grooves on my ipod and they guided me through various situations including jogs, homework, party time, sexy time, and just about every other time i could have had.
it wasn't until recently, as in the past 8 months, that i discovered how much fun cooking was with that 'holy shit' bass tone. i've been cooking for part-time work for a better part of the past decade, but only in a couple cases have i been able to exhibit free will with my musical choices. i've had to deal with no control, total control, and teeth grinding compromise, but let me tell you this: if i can listen to dfa 1979 while cooking, can't no dinner rush fuck with me. i find myself in a position now where i have 1 night of 'evan' music in the kicthen because i'm the only one closing. but you'd better believe i cook with a beat in my step and a swing in my hip. though i do wish i could blast some brutality every now and again, i've found a comfort zone thanks to those pink colored elephant dudes.
in honor of cooking and music i've decided to compile some of my other favorite musical motivations whilst in the kitchen over the years.

• few instances beat the owner of the joint walking in to me flying around the kitchen listening to Gaza. i think i left that boss confused, frightened, and off balance, though he was able to recognize the same band a few weeks later. needless to say i came away pretty impressed.

• same boss, new tunes. i was playing Psyopus while working through a lunch rush. he happened to stop in to see if i needed a hand. a welcome gesture, for sure. his 6-9 year old son came wandering in and he immediately showed him the door before the tech-death nightmare could inflict serious damage. chuckles were had.

• if i was sweeping the floors when Led Zeppelin came on the radio, you'd better have kept your head on a swivel. the broom would magically be transformed into a guitar and i would mimic Jimmy Page to the best of my youthful ability. He's seriously one of my favorite guitar players of all time and i loved to show it.

• a radio station we used to listen to in a pizza joint would often do 'triple shots' of some legendary bands, 1 of them was Metallica. a coworker and i would have a weekly debate over the best 'triple shot' and if someone had butted in with anything older than "...And Justice for All" material, there were some serious threats thrown about. Also, the debate over being able to listen to only AC/DC or Metallica. serious stuff, i know.

• when 9 o'clock rolled around in a certain kitchen, Pantera came on. it was that simple. you did not want to get in my way while i was cleaning the deep fryers if 'By Demons be Driven' was playing. it was a true safety hazard.
  

• i used to make a weekly project of portioning coleslaw while listening to David Cross sketches. i'm just lucky i never had to explain some of the terribly funny things he shouts at points in his stand up. i'm also lucky coleslaw didn't involve sharp tools otherwise i might not have 10 fingers.

i love telling sandwiches "i don't need you, i want you". and people too, i guess.
enjoy:
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