By ANDREW CASHMERE
As Rob Gordon once said, “It’s what you like, not what you are like, that matters.” I did my homework on past editions of Friday Recommends and have to say that based on what Voreblog has recommended, they are way cooler than me. Cool books. Cool music. Cool cities visited. I just can’t keep up with Voreblog’s coolness. I pretend to appreciate Wilco and I even bought a Michael Pollan book, but my douchey tastes can’t hold a candle to the hipness that is Voreblog. So I’m not even going to try. Therefore, I have decided to dedicate my edition of Friday Recommends to my guilty pleasures.
Honda Odyssey. We [Sweeneyblog] recently made the leap from “young, hip couple driving their baby around in an SUV” to “douchebags with a Honda Odyssey.” I pretend to be embarrassed by it, but I really love it. When we drove back to Cincinnati this past weekend I must have said at least 15 times, “I love traveling in this car!” And I meant it.
Being excited to drive this means your life is over.
Amaretto and diet Vernors. Nomally I’m one to turn my nose up at sweet cocktails in favor of Guinness or Sierra Nevada. I would never order an Amaretto and diet Vernors in public, but at home when nobody is watching, I find it to be the enjoy.
GQ. A few years ago Emily Cashmere had wrist surgery. Needing something to read, I picked up a few magazines, including GQ. I figured I would flip through and laugh at the douchiness, but I ended up getting sucked in by the douchiness. Now I read about clothes I can’t afford and would look ridiculous in every month. When guests visit, I make sure GQ is flipped over so nobody knows.
Wrestling belts. I have not one but TWO toy WWE wrestling belts. I wrestle with my daughter in the living room. When I beat her, I hold the belt up like a champion. When I have both belts, I hold them up and pretend I’m the Ultimate Warrior at Wrestlemania VI. I wish I were kidding.
Paramore. Our summer-long obsession with the Twilight movie and book series led to my new appreciation for the band Paramore. My brother, another sucker for female singers, has been pushing them for a while. “That’s What You Get” is one of my favorite songs to play on Rock Band 2, but “Decode” finally sucked me in. Right now I have a special CD in my car with the Riot album AND both songs from the Twilight soundtrack. I can sing along with over half of the songs on the CD. “Hallelujah” is an especially good one to sing when you’re driving fast.
Imagine me singing this in a minivan with the windows down.
Lion v. Fish. Oh how it hurts to show your arch enemy respect. It hurts so bad, but the talent of Lion v. Fish is undeniable. I would say their music sounds like a combination of 12 Rods, Bonnie “Prince” Billy, Amon Tobin and Walt Mink, only better. If their music were available on iTunes, I would buy it and listen while driving my Odyssey to the grocery.
Pitchfork’s first 11.0 album.
Sweeneyblog v 2.0. Part of me wants to hope that this guest blogging appearance increases traffic to our blog. The other part wonders why you would want to. We may throw some cute pictures up there from time to time, but our poor photography and writing skills bring it down a notch, although it’s hard to bring this down.
The cutest thing since sliced bread.