I felt a little self-indulgent for putting this stuff up here because it’s something that’s personal and important to me but I didn’t think anyone else would really care, or at worst make fun of it. But then I realized I’ve sat through a year of this arrogant GPOYW bullshit with a bit tongue (not to mention 80% of everything else on Tumblr in general), so fuck it. Here’s another Grand Marquis song. I want Marco to get his 1998 money’s worth! Band trivia: Greg, of “Nobody goes to Spacecamp all the time!” fame is the bass player.
Back in the end of the last century, before I devoted my life to making jokes intentionally, I was in a band called the Grand Marquis. We were always drunk and never really figured out how to tune our instruments. One summer, Marco had a good job so he decided to foot the bill for a professional recording session at Sonic Iguana studios (pop punk nerds will understand). We never put the stuff out but since I’m having a little “Stand By Me” moment listening to this, I figured I’d share it. This song is called Chocolate Monkey because when we first recorded it in my folks’ basement, Marco didn’t have words so he improvised. When Marco improvises, it’s usually about candy or primates.