October is officially here when I have my first candy corn sighting, or sounding, as it were.
Working on my neighbour book and listening to new music, I heard a reference to candy corn and swedish fish. Two references that took me back in time one year, and five months, respectively.
The candy corn brough me back to my first trip to Tops, on Winton Rd, c. fall 2007. Looking for veggie burgers and dessert, we came across the most perfect fall cookout sweets: a brownie cake covered in candy corn.
The swedish fish lyric threw me into late April, 08, sitting in the green room at school, talking with Lisa about her thesis, artist’s statement, and so on. Boxes of swedish fish and whatever the American version of Goodies are called were being thrown about in the midst of heady discussions on verbiage and art theory.
Title Credit: Silver Jews, Candy Jail