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July 14, 2006
Patria Jacobs Good Taste Some time back, I got a new album from a chick name of Patria Jacobs. I listened to it several times and gave it a fairly positive review a month ago.
But perhaps I didn't give her quite enough credit, in that these months later I've still got a bit of the title song "Poison of the Sea" floating in my head. It does have some staying power.
Now I've already reviewed the record, but I've got this one more lingering thought on it. It probably says more about me than about her song, but this has planted a cute little seed in my mind that I want to share with my indulgent readers.
For no good reason other than the word "sea," I find myself wanting to re-write the lyric to make it chicken of the sea. I keep getting this image of Charlie Tuna dancing to this artsy little waltz as part of his ongoing attempt to prove that he's got enough good taste to merit being cleaned and gutted to become a can of Starkist tuna.
I don't know why this idea keeps amusing me so much. I'm not high- honest.
