Sex, Drugs and Minivans

I am obsessed with a rock and roll band whose name is Blitzen Trapper. It is my serious belief that their album "Furr" was the hottest shit to hit the streets last year. (If you don't own it I dare you to buy it right now. I double dare you.) And the album they made right before "Furr" also contained some delicious supper tunes. (That's right. Supper tunes. That's not a mistake or a gaffe of the typing fingers. These guys make supper tunes. Tunes you could take home and enjoy with a family of four. Tunes you need a fork and a knife to partake of. Really supper man. Really supper.) "What do these tunes sound like?" you ask. Well they sound such as this:



They also tickle the ears in a manner such as this:



And while I connect emotionally and physically to their music I always knew that there was something else about them that really DREW me in. However I had no earthly idea what it was. I knew I wasn't spiritually connected to them because I haven't been into that kind of shit since college. And I knew it wasn't a metaphysical issue because I just can't get behind defying or defiling the laws of nature. That kind of jive just doesn't sit easy with me. Never has. For a while I thought it might be that I was meteorologoically attracted to them. But then I realized that was just my inane instinct to blame everything on clouds. I was truly at a loss. I enjoyed their playing of music so much but this aching feeling of curiosity almost made it impossible to enjoy the listening. Instead of nodding my head and perhaps awkwardly kicking a foot or whole leg every once and a while I was finding my self constantly asking: why? why? why? why? why? UNTIL I saw this video. Was it their tasty interpretation of this supper song that delivered the answer into my awaiting hands in thirty minutes or less? NO! It was the beginning of the video that quenched my query. Watch carefully.







How could have I not puzzled this out sooner??!!?? They roll up to the gig in a . . . minivan. Now it all makes sense. So excuse me as I put my headphones on and listen to "Sleepytime in the Western World" five or six times in a row. (Really BUY "Furr" it's so supper you'll need to unbuckle your belt.) God bless rock and roll and god bless Blitzen Trapper and god bless the minivan. Respect all of these things please.

One of the Ten Reasons To Buy A Minivan: Blitzen Trapper travel in one.