
Every now and again, something comes along that can't really be proven if it's true or not, because it exists on a plane of absolute absurdism. Case in point: Crèm-brû-log . Now, normally, if I were to tell you about a blog devoted solely to the distinct, creamy pleasure of Crème brûlé, you would scoff and say, what's so special about that? But if I told you the same blog was penned from My Morning Jacket's Jim James and his Monsters of Folk bandmate M. Ward, well then, you would scratch your head and go, that's interesting. [...]