I saw Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson lst night and it was AMAZING. Favorite moments included, "i'm going to tell you how I feel now" followed by moody folksong, followed soon by chorus who rocked, "Michel Foucault would have an explanation for that but he's not born yet" followed by me booming with laughter thanking grad school for understanding that.
Also a highlight, was a song poking fun at art/songwriting, where Andrew Jackson and his girlfriend cut themselves while obnoxiously smearing the red all over each other in a hilarious spoof of emotionally intense metaphor:
"It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art"
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