Whole Foods Rick Roll

March 23, 2008

Today, I’m at Whole Foods picking up some sushi and contemplating whether or not I can afford their thirteen dollar six-packs (I cannot), and while I’m trying to determine which spicy tuna roll I’m going to purchase, I look down at my foot and its tapping. The hypochondriac in me starts thinking I’ve got Parkinson’s, but upon further observation I notice a number of the other customers are foot-tapping and head-bobbing. And then I get a listen to the song Whole Foods is blasting through the store, “Never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you …’

Nicely played Whole Foods, nicely played, but I’ll get mine.

Either I was drunk on Saturday night or Kurt Loder was disguised as a light post on Red River and 12th and he didn’t feel like talking.

I drove past the Frenchkiss Records Showcase at the Mohawk to see if I could sneak in to see the Big Sleep. They weren’t letting anybody into the bar. And when I say nobody, I mean nobody. You know who else was trying to get in and was getting denied? Jesus. They turned Jesus Christ away at the door because he only had a wristband and the place was filled with people who had sxsw passes. Needless to say, he looked pissed.

Still, I bet Loder got in.

Rained all day. Heard rumors Kurt Loder would be canoeing if the sun came out. Unconfirmed.

Have yet to see Kurt Loder.