I envy my NY pals - granted, I live in Chicago, where we get more than our fair share of up-and-coming brilliance, but often, they get to see stuff we middle-Americans miss - like a six-foot-tall punk-rock Cookie Monster, for instance.
Lousy with newly-scrounged links from the blogosphere, I happened upon Nick's journal of Gotham-brand student living - he digs the good tunes and the cold beer and, bless his heart, in a recent post, he put up pictures from a live show performed by what is now my favorite Muppet speed-metal band:
Okay, one more picture.The Cookie Mongoloid is the blue and black sheep of the family that spawned that more famous cookie fanatic. Growing up in the shadow of his beloved cousin, watching the lovable good-natured monster rise effortlessly to stardom, the mal-adjusted Cookie Mongoloid grew despondent and bitter.
When in 2002 underground musician Loid Mongoloid found the Cookie Mongoloid, the gritty blue cookie fiend had hit bottom. Living on San Francisco's wretched skid row 6th Street on a diet of freebased cookie bits, the mongoloid was a far cry from the cheerful star of childrens television. Inspired by "mongoloid", Devo's anthem of alienation and mutation, Loid convinced Cookie to channel his angst and obsessive nature into a compelling musical endevour.
An all-star band was assembled: bass legend Carmella, guitar heroine Lisafer, and the inarticulate hockey-masked rock drummer Crumb. In an unholy epiphony, the childhood favorites of generation X were set to a scathing metal rhythm, and the leather clad Cookie Mongoloid commanded the stage. The legend grew, pyrotechnics and a harem of heavy metal vixens, The Cookies, pummeled the sugar-crazed masses with buckets of baked goods. Cookie Mongoloid now stands poised to conquer the rock world with their unlikely brand of deafening educational programing and cookie indulgence.
C is for cookie - and that's good enough for me, muthafuker.
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