I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I heard this song recently and desperately tried to place what movie, if any, it had appeared in recently. (Love Actually? Some Rom Com maybe? {Rushmore—thanks Fountain.})

Here it is performed in a construction site, for good measure.

This just the kind of song that is simple and lovely in a way that makes it so attractive to asshatted souless producers looking to leave their mark by doing the most fucking terrible cover ever.

But that’s where you’re wrong. It’s the perfect song for producers looking to leave their mark by doing multiple versions of the most fucking terrible covers ever.

Some YouTube commentor/unquestionable authority said it was one of the most covered songs with more than 100 covers on record. I’m pretty sure Hawaiian War Chant has that record licked, but the armpit-sniffing guy from Dexy’s Midnight Runners hasn’t gotten around to covering it yet.

Don’t buy these…

The fluted shape is attractive, I like the idea of “light texture” and I keep getting tricked into thinking they’ll be MORE delicious than regular Walker’s. Like a dollar-fifty more delicious because they are fucking $6 a box. And there’s only 12 cookies in the goddamn box.

Unlike regular Walker’s shortbread, which taste mainly of butter and are basically a socially-acceptable way of eating logs of pie crust, these have vanilla in them. Which somehow tastes very cheap and phoney… like an off-brand yellow sandwich cookie you’d get at a shady bodega for some weird amount of money like 87 cents or 53 cents.

Also gross – Stoneyfield Yogurt’s “Caramel Underground.” Half-filled, unpleasantly-colored barf-water cups. Couldn’t find a picture online. Use your imagination.

Oh, fucking shit. I lost my driver’s license. Of course, I didn’t realize this until I was about to go to a rock show and got carded.

I’m trying to think of the last time I had to show ID… Valentine’s Day, maybe.

I’ve torn this place apart looking for it.