The Honey Badger Don’t Care About Acetone (but you should)

It has been well-documented that the honey badger don’t care. This makes the honey badger a bad-ass in some eyes, but such practiced  indifference is ultimately self-defeating (see Franco, James). While occasionally a mark of genius, not caring is generally the low ground inhabited by the losers of the world. The honey badger may kill you, but really he is just killing himself. Look at the honey badger: he’s eating trash … and it’s hard to put a good spin on that.

The honey badger especially don’t care about Acetone. The honey badger probably drinks acetone to cleanse his palate after gnawing on a cobra. This blatant disregard for one of the greatest bands to come out of the 1990s is the honey badger’s loss. Acetone’s slow countrified neo-psychedelic cosmic gaze may have fallen under the radar, but it gently brightened all it touched. After coming out with the excellent York Blvd., bassist and lead singer Richie Lee died of an apparent suicide. While the honey badger does not care if he is stung in the face, my failure to fully appreciate Acetone when I lived in in their LA neighborhood, still stings. It stings a lot.

Acetone – I Don’t Really Care MP3

To read more about Acetone, check out the Lonesome Beehive post on Richie Lee here.