The Butter Song

Weekends are good for love songs.  Actually, any day is good for love songs...except for maybe Monday.  This is a blog about the infinite happening of food in life, and a few weeks ago a song about butter rocked my world.  Balthrop, Alabama, a ten piece+ band, including a visual artist illustrating each song live, refers to themselves as a small township. A brilliant witty auditory landscape if you ask me.  My friend Jimmy Saal, producer of Atypical Arts Presents brought Balthrop, Alabama from Brooklyn to Jacksonville.  Big thanks to him.  There is no better gift than being introduced to wonderful new music.

This particular night was special because it was Chef and I's first date night in the big city by bicycle.  We rolled down to grab some mediocre sushi, and then cruised to Five Points Theater  to celebrate its final show before renovation.   The opening act was this gorgeous sassy sweet soulful southern lady named Valerie June.  Chef and I both developed a crush mid set.  Then came Balthrop, Alabama.  In the middle of the show someone appeared with a piece of cardboard ripped from a box that had the words "The Butter Song" scrawled across it in blue marker.  The phrase alone brought joy to my heart, and as members of the audience began to chant the phrase...well this is what happened next.

The lyrics speak for themselves...but you have to listen to the music here

The Butter Song

I was always trying to find the butter knife

you were always trying to find the butter

you and me we should be together

And then you could find the butter knife

and I could find the butter

you could be my pretty wife

and I could be your lover

try to be a little more PC

don't mean to be gettin' so greasy

but I am gonna cover your butt with a big stick of butter

I was always trying to find the butter knife

you were always trying to find the butter

you and me we should be together

and then you could find the butter knife

and I could find the butter

I could your pretty wife

and you could be my lover

try to be a little more PC

don't mean to be gettin' so greasy

but I am gonna cover your butt with a big stick of butter

and the butter

and the butter knife

ran away

and they lived happily ever after

and so should we

I was always trying to find the butter knife 

you were always trying to find the butter

you and me we should be together

and then you could find the butter knife

and I could find the butter

you could be my pretty wife

and I could be your lover

try to be a little more PC

don't mean to be gettin' so greasy

but I am gonna cover your butt with a big stick of butter

That last line cracks me up.  No pun intended.