Fairly called the first Iggy album only a fan could love – I think
Kill City is the better candidate there – you could do a lot worse than this one (and may well have – think of all the choices). On an entirely different tip, anything you or I eat that goes into a bowl might fairly be called "dog food for humans," which to my mind is cereal and milk or casserole. I don't count soup. These are the kinds of conversations people have. I made the connection one night several decades ago with the above-mentioned song playing as I ate a bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up into it. What followed was not pretty, but I have not eaten any such fare even once since. The life lessons come from the strangest places.
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