Rachel, born in '84, is a resident in general surgery and a resident of specific Brooklyn.
I can’t wait until I get a patient with gastric outlet obstruction, because then I can say,
‘Sir…
...you’ve got GOO.’
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This group used to be called Poney Poney. Which is of no relevance to me, because I never heard of Poney Poney. Anywho, I like this album. It reminds me of a different time and place. (The ‘90s, and a beach. For whatever reason.) Fun and uncomplicated!
Last year, I saw this band play at Beat Kitchen. They played their entire album (Olly Oxen Free) front to back. It may have been the best show I’ve ever attended. Coincidentally, I also started talking to this girl who ended up being the lead singer’s cousin. She gave me her number, but didn’t pick up when I called the next week, twice. That made me sad. I never saw her again… until my birthday this year, when I went to see Via Audio at Schubas. Anyway, that’s what I associate this band with. Other than being fucking awesome.
The opening chords to this song sound like those of ‘Politik’ by Coldplay, except it fools me and doesn’t resolve to a minor chord. Also, the name of the song is a good one (other choice titles on this album: ‘North Korea and Kim Jong Il’s Fat Fucking Face’, track 7; ‘Marla Singer Doesn’t Take Standardized Tests’, track 9).
