Action Bronson – “Blackbird”

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Action Bronson at his finest right here. Rhymes about the culinary arts and the taste of pussy, a gritty beat supplied by Thelonious Martin and tailor-made for Bronson’s meaty delivery, and no chorus necessary. Here’s the story behind this one, as told by Ruby Hornet:

Shortly after we secured Action Bronson to play the November edition of Digital Freshness, I told him jokingly via Twitter that Chicago’s finest meats and cheeses awaited him in the windy city upon arrival.  I say that to many of our guests, but this time it took on a new meaning given Action’s former career in the culinary arts and current status a true and blue foodie.  Staying true to form, Action responded that he really wanted to eat at Blackbird, an award winning restaurant and a top spot to eat in a city known for top spots to eat. It’s also a little exclusive and heavily booked.  We were able to pull some strings and get the inside hook up on a table at Blackbird on a busy Friday night before Action’s Saturday night performance.  In exchange for helping us get a table, our connect had one request, that we dress appropriately for the occasion.  No jeans. Nice shoes. Collared shirt. Shouldn’t be a problem, I told him.

A few days later we picked up Action Bronson at Midway airport.  After an introduction and talk of unseasonably warm weather for mid-November, Action said matter-of-factly, “this is the only shirt I brought, and I don’t wear pants.” And just like that, while we all ate in collared shirts, slacks, and dress shoes, Action Bronson became the first person to “dine at Blackbird with hoodies and some Balances.” I can’t prove that, but I’m pretty sure it’s true.


Action Bronson – “Blackbird”