Sometimes I like to picture what people would look like if they were working a real job, like a suit and tie type deal.  You know, like people that look as if they wouldn’t have that type of job.  I think how it would play out if they were standing before a judge giving an opening statement or cashing your check behind a bank tellers’ window.  I could have played that game for hours on end at Burgerama.  It was a realm existent outside of that stratosphere, the “real” one.  Even the band that did show up in suits, Nick Waterhouse, didn’t look like they belonged at suit jobs.

In a sense the Burger dudes have created their own little world. When you’re in the moment with what they’re doing it’s all very free of constraint. You don’t feel the stresses of whatever you came into the mix with. That’s all left outside the Burgersphere. The stuff on the inside, that stuff is reserved for anything that makes you feel like jumping up and down and smiling.

That being the case, Tijuana Panthers soundtracked the Burgerama scene quite wonderfully. Because the scene was groovy, and they groove to what seems like their own inclinations. Time constraints, suits and ties, concerns and stresses, that don’t seem to be a part of their nonchalance. Making kids dance and singing about Red Headed Girls and being young, that’s their schtick. At lease from what I could tell. You never know man, maybe one of the dudes will be doing my taxes at some point. If that’s the case he better dress nice.