Wouldn’t we all like to find a doctor who could protect us from zombies and the CIA within those long, eye-glazing “health service provider” directories handed out by HR departments across the land? In this clip for My Teenage Stride’s “To Live And Die In The Airport Lounge”–one of their standout songs, it’s a bit of C86-recalling cheer that’ll have you singing along with its boisterous chorus by the second go-round–the bandmembers all have odd problems (the aforementioned zombies, an “opacity disorder,” a weird thing where slices of pizza get turned into pieces of meat) that get miraculously fixed by a doctor who takes the notion of “general practitioner” to a new level. I’m going to guess that his office is somewhere in the bowels of Brooklyn, just because. Maybe it’s right by the McSweeney’s store?
My Teenage Stride – To Live and Die in the Airport Lounge [YouTube]
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