Posted on 09/26/2005

 

After hearing "Florida", the sixth track on Grandaddy's new EP, I sent a fun-song-alert email to five of my friends. Full of snide, satirical lyrics backed by good-times jangle-core, the song will definitely find itself on a few mixtapes I'm making for college girls working at Barnes & Noble. The rest of the EP sounds like broke-dick Flaming Lips. Only three of my friends hit me back, but those three thought "Florida" was a great song too. Some even responded with their favorite quotes: "My ex-girlfriend's a model in Florida" and "Good afternoon from the bar in the mall/They sent me home from work today/But nobody told me where else to go."

The other two friends can be excused. My one friend is getting married this Saturday, so she gets a pass. I mean, I don't think any song is good enough to interrupt wedding plans. And this is going to be a weird wedding. All I know is that I'm required to wear a kilt, a short-sleeve button-down, and 20-hole docs. And all of this on a boat that will be cruising down the Chicago River. Fuckin' weird, right?

My other friend is probably in jail. The dude decided to throw a party with six DJs spinning on his roof. And since the guy hasn't had a job in a year, it was five bucks to get in the door (with a cup). Of course, if you wanted the hard-stuff, you had to pay for it at the $3-a-drink bar. Anyway, the last I heard, by 3 AM the party had 10 cop cars and three patty-wagons parked outside. Granted, DJs on the roof probably got some nice noise violations, but I'm thinking if the cops found a bunch of underagers not only drinking but paying for drinks—damn, that's not legal at all.

Shit, I forgot I had to review Excerpts from the Diary of Toddzilla. "Florida" is great and deserves 1.5 questies. And I'll throw another questy at the EP for all the fans of that broke-dick Flaming Lips sound.