Sunday

Cara aka Champ

THIS AIN’T NO TORTELLINI OR FETTUCINI!

Hey pasta lovers, it’s Champ here introducing you to a new delicacy: Champaroni – and cheese. Lots of cheese. If this is a music blog, why so much talk about food? Well if you have to ask, clearly you’re missing the point of my metaphorical genius. Music may not be edible, but it can make you feel the same way as food does – orgasmically satisfied and wanting more. My eclectic taste in food certainly translates over to the music scene. I can truly say I enjoy all flavors of music: pop, country, acoustic, indie, hip-hop, electronic, acoustic, rock, folk, whatevah. As long as it goes down the right way, I’m down. That being said, there are some elements that really toot my taste buds. Just as cheese is an essential ingredient in a burrito bowl, great lyricism can really elevate a song from being a simple tune that you jam and crank to, to something that makes you think, feel, and even cry (and this baby loves to bawl). The music is the heartbeat, but to me the words are the soul. So I guess you can expect most Sundays to fill your bellies with the music of singer songwriters.

Ok. I’m done. Metaphor overload. When I’m not blogging, I’m studying Religion and African American Studies at Princeton, singing in my co-ed a cappella group Roaring 20, spinning, and clowning around with my main goons aka Grizz Fam.

SALIVATE YOUR EARS. AND GRUB ON.


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