I tumbled and fell head over heals in like with this song
I finished work one day and headed straight to a Budos Band concert without a solid dinner. I decided to pick up a lil sum sum to eat. I settled on a mozzarella cheese stick. Low in fat and sugar, high in protein and calcium, it was quite the sensible choice. I stashed it in my purse, made my way over to the show, and forgot all about it.
I am a big fan of the Budos Band. They are a talented collection of dudes with thick New York accents, even thicker body hair, a preference for booze, the word fuck and funk. The drummer was talking to the audience between sets. At one point he jokingly shouted, “Does anyone have any mozzarella cheese sticks!?” Holy sh*!T balls, I thought to myself. I have a mozzarella cheese stick. This is my moment.
My adrenalin started pumping. I reached into my purse and pulled out my individually wrapped stick, flaccid from warmth, and threw it at him. He wasn’t even looking at me but caught it with ninja like precision and held it up towards the heavens. The crowd went wild. He unwrapped it and devoured the thing right on stage. I laughed joyously. The crowd cheered. Even after they started playing and no one was even thinking about cheese sticks anymore I still laughed.
After the show I could hardly contain myself. I went up to the drummer and said, “Hey I am the girl who threw the cheese stick at you!!!” as if I was his long lost friend who shared an uncommon bond. He was kind of like “um ok” and seemed a little weirded out by the whole situation.
This is a set of three oil paintings I did. I took Frida Kahlo’s “Self-portrait with Monkeys” and painted parrots instead. Then in each subsequent painting I faded out the background and made the parrots take off.