I've got posts up at Aiming Low and at MamaPop. The one at Aiming Low is about how you can blend your foodie tendencies with the practicality of processed food to tinker around with your guilt-to-pleasure ratio.
The one at MamaPop is a review of a new song and video by a hipster hip-hop/satire outfit called Wallpaper. which I predict will become the ironic party song of the summer.
Here's an excerpt from the Aiming Low post:
I have to admit that my wife and I have foodie tendencies. We shop at the farmers' market every Sunday. We (well, my wife) made all our kids' baby food from fresh produce instead of buying it in jars. We went to The French Laundry for my fortieth birthday, for cryin' out loud.
But just because we're foodie-ish doesn't mean that we're total food snobs. It's true that we really love to eat delicious, high-quality food, and it makes us feel all warm and self-righteous inside if that food happens to be organic and locally grown; but we also enjoy cheap-and-dirty taquerias and Vietnamese sandwich shops, and the occasional (*gasp*) chain restaurant.
And at home, we like a balance of haute cuisine and convenience. Oh, and nutrition I guess. Before the twins were born, my wife used to cook three or four fairly elaborate dinners per week, and I would fill in the gaps with simpler fare. During the Year of Constant Breastfeeding, it fell upon me to do most of the cooking, and I used the opportunity to explore a wide range of cooking styles, with varying degrees of success.
Nowadays, with the kids (20 months old) eating variations of grownup food, some days we tend to scarf down their leftovers after they're in bed and call it good. Occasionally we'll make a real dinner or pick up some takeout. We have learned to be flexible.
The first video they have featured is for the single “#STUPiDFACEDD”, by Wallpaper., the name under which Oakland multi-instrumentalist and smartass Eric Frederic records and performs, sometimes accompanied by drummer Arjun Singh and other session musicians. As you have no doubt guessed by the annoying punctuation and typography in the band name and song title, Frederic, a Berkeley grad with a degree in classical music, is a provocateur.
As the frontman for Wallpaper., he adopts the persona of Ricky Reed, a sleazy rapper with a taste for hard liquor and hip-hop cliches. I wouldn’t call his work “parody” exactly; but the satire here is so thick that it almost comes off as sketch comedy.
The thing is, though, that the beats are sick. As the kids say.