Blister on the bun

Good for the Violent Femmes. They’ve landed what most bands only dream about – a major deal with a major fast food chain. If there was any question about the long-term financial security of Miltown’s all-time favorite nihilist-pop sensations, we can officially put the issue to rest. It’s nigh unto impossible to turn on network television these days without encountering hot cheese melting over a slab of ground beef to the opening strains of “Blister in the Sun.”

“Blister in the Sun?” From the same company who brought you the Frosty, Dave Thomas and an iconic little girl? Every time it comes on, I watch closely to see if this time, just maybe, I will discern a legitimate connection between a cup of chili and Gordon Gano’s crying girlfriend of 23 years ago. So far no luck. One recent evening the whole conundrum was bugging me so much that I actually emailed Wendy’s directly and asked them if anyone there had ever listened to the song. I’m still waiting for an answer, but when it arrives – and I’m sure it will – I promise to post it right away.

For now, I’m going with one of two possibilities:
1. Wendy’s ad execs are on crack
2. Nobody at Wendy’s has ever listened to rock music

1:32 a.m.
‘Night