From Robyn on Patreon in 2023
Cheese, like music, fishes and people, takes many forms; it would be difficult to like all of them. Every cheese comes at you from a different angle and leads you down its own corridor, like an insistent tour guide. “Yes, monsieur - I hear what you say, but just try a morsel of *this* before you make your final selection”. It’s fattening and addictive, and there’s nothing else like it.

The lyrics appeared in my notebook one jet -lagged morning in Chicago at 6:30am; the music came along a week later at the Hollywood Roosevelt back when it was a relatively inexpensive rock’n’roll hotel. Jon Brion produced my first recording of it, at Ocean Way studios, playing drums along with the tape at half-speed: played back at normal speed they sounded like a typewriter. Hotels and technology change all the time - cheese is eternal. All the types I mention in this song are still with us, and may still be on our plates when we are 75% machines. But I failed to mention my own personal favourite - mimolette:

“Red mimolette with your fierce orange grin

Look at the flubbery shape that I’m in - oh please”

it just didn’t sing well. Too bad…