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From The Desk Of Delta Spirit: Corn

Delta Spirit’s new album, Into The Wide (Dualtone), is full of anti-war and pro-working-class songs, steeped in literary and biblical images that will make them resonate with almost any listener. The music is deep and moody, playing off the sound of chiming rock guitars, driving rhythms and anthemic vocals against a thick wall of dark, almost industrial noise. The songs paint pictures of the disenfranchised, disillusioned and downcast citizens of our country, folks struggling to get by, but still maintaining their faith in the promises of the American dream. Delta Spirit will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our new feature on the band.

Corn

Brandon Young: Maize. Known in most English-speaking countries as corn. It is a large grain plant domesticated by indigenous peoples in Mesoamerica in prehistoric times. And I fucking hate it! It all started when I shot out between my mothers legs on Feb. 19, 1982. After sucking on boob for about six months or so, my beautiful mother started introducing me to more solid foods, and, man, did I loved all of it. Until one day my beautiful mother decided to do what most, if not all beautiful mothers in the universe do, and that is scoop up a giant drippy spoonful of corn. As if it wasn’t hard enough already for my beautiful mother getting constantly woke up in the middle of the night, whipping my ass and barfing all over her. Corn just made things worse. If I was even near the stuff, I would instantly barf. Corn garnish, corn kernels, corn anything would end with my head in the toilet, and I never grew out of it. At the sloppy age of 32, I deal with pissed-off waitress, awkward family dinners slowing sifting through my meal, pulling every last puss pocket out just so I can mussel a quarter of the food down before secretly going to the bathroom like a bulimic teenager and throwing up. So everyone who enjoys a nice corn on the cob right off the grill slathered with delicious spices and maybe some mayo: Please enjoy it 100 yards away from me. Thank you.

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