CAKE: Love You Madly
As a general rule of thumb, the BBQ joint plays exclusively terrible music. Occasionally a Fountains Of Wayne radio smash (i.e., “Stacy’s Mom”) sneaks on, but that’s about it. This cut inexplicably crept across the rib-infected air. It’s remarkably sweet, about that moment at which caution hurls to the wind and one’s heart accepts vulnerability. A scary but exciting proposition.
