This blog is devoted to the band The Really Good Pot Roast.
When I started this tumblr just over two years ago, I never imagined that I’d ever have a theme song or that this really would be a blog about men’s armpits. What a long strange road it’s been. The Really Good Pot Roast made me a theme song and it’s awesome! Follow them on tumblr. Listen to my theme song. Explore my armpit tag (x). Go!
I was scrolling through the archive and this came to my attention. Still relevant.
Rinse & Repeat - The Really Good Pot Roast
I’ve been exploring the > 2,000 tones in my Line 6 PodFarm looking for interesting new sounds I could use as inspiration. This song started when I found a few new distortions that I really liked. As I was noodling around with the 2 new tones, the lyric, “Work, dinner, sleep. rinse and repeat. It’s the same old grind.” Everything else came from that line. My idea was a song about that feeling you get at the end of the summer when you’re at your desk at work thinking about the good old days when you had summers off in college. The lyrics just wouldn’t come, so I sent it off to Mark and he really came through. The lyrics really tell the story I wanted to tell but couldn’t. He also rewrote the bridge (Which I had labeled as “Shitty Bridge is Shitty” in the project file). I’m pleased with where this song ended up.
Twenty-Four Pounds - The Really Good Pot Roast
Ever since Dr. Cranquis posted this article we’ve been messaging with him back and forth about how best to tackle it as a song. Not a groundbreaking movement, but a fun little tune. This is our #1 song about #2.
Anybody have any more poop jokes before we move on?
Enjoy the pool!
The Story of the Actual Pot Roast: Believe it or not, there was an actual really good pot roast that the band was named after. It was made on a specific day for a specific reason, and ironically enough neither Mark nor myself ever tasted a single bite of it. The idea to name the band for such a trivial meal came form my wife, Erika, who I did not even know at the time. I was away at college at the time and didn’t even hear about the whole thing for a few weeks. I don’t think I told Mark the story for a few months. The pot roast is famous among friends of my family. Not because of how it tasted, but because of how it was described. Allow me to explain. My father was a gourmet chef. You need to take my word on that otherwise the story doesn’t make sense. My eldest sister and her husband came out to Long Island to visit my parents. My brother-in-law’s birthday occurred during this trip so my father offered to make him whatever he wanted for dinner OR take him to a restaurant of his choosing. My brother-in-law, as fate would have it, decided that he would like homemade pot roast. Pot roast wasn’t one of my dad’s signature recipes, but he was able to put together a recipe he liked after looked through a few of the cook books in his collection. My dad went to the butcher to select a cut of meat. He went to the liquor store to select a good red wine. He went to a farm stand to select the fresh vegetables. Every aspect of the meal was planned in advance. He spent an entire day in the kitchen hand-crafting the ultimate birthday meal for his only son-in-law. Despite the fact that there were only 5 people at dinner, my father made different kinds of pie for dessert. Are you getting the picture? This was an epic meal. Fast forward to the birthday dinner. After salad, shrimp cocktails, and some soup, it was time for the main event. Pot roast. My father spent 10 minutes placing each element of the pot roast in just the right spot on the platter. It was a picture perfect presentation. He brought it to the table and served his masterpiece. My mother and my other sister both told me subsequently that it was an amazing pot roast. After everyone ate in silence for a few minutes my father turned to my brother-in-law and said, “So? What do you think?” to which my brother famously replied, “This is like the really good pot roast you get at Denny’s!” There was no joke in that comment. My brother-in-law meant it as the ultimate compliment.