The Dancing Sausage Web Journal

Dammit, I knew about The Negro Problem some eight years ago, and did I do anything about it?! No! I just got all politically correct like the nervous little suburbanite I was, and refused to go see the band even after I met one of its (former?) members, Jill Meschke, backstage at a TMBG concert (she’s a friend of John Linnell’s). I could have had another interesting pre-fame phenomenon to write about, but nooooo… now I’ve waited, and Rolling Stone, the Village Voice, Salon, and all sorts of other fucking outlets have written about them. And I still haven’t heard the goddamn band, so I can’t recommend them! Except they have an accordion player, or used to. Fuck.