L.C. Song Hunt

[Steven]

Hi Hartmut,

Alright, but please do not refrain. Those who hesitate may find that someone else provides the answer first.
The location of a famous faux pas involving a pastry is found in what song?

[Hartmut]

Sounds tasty. But I have no idea.

[Hartmut]

Do you mean the lines "I now know the place / where you hid the burnt apple strudel" from the relatively unknown song "Hey, That's No Way to Bake a Pie" from the album "Eight New Songs from the Kitchen"?

[Steven]

Hi,

That's funny. Actually, as Passover recently ended, and as L.C. is familiar with the holiday, the
lyric might read: "I now know the place / where you hid the burnt affikomen." Well, it's not quite
a pastry... maybe rugelach, though it's a pastry served outside of the Passover holiday.

I should have written: "what was widely thought in the U.S. to have been a faux pas." The matter
came about because of a grammatical issue and resulted from a speech given in 1963. I'm going to time
this out shortly. Hint: jelly doughnut.

[Hartmut]

"I now know the place / where you hid the burnt affikomen."

That's even better. Much better.

I should have written, "what was widely thought in the U.S. to have been a faux pas." The matter
came about because of a grammatical issue and resulted from a speech given in 1963. I'm going to time
this out shortly. Hint: jelly doughnut.

Ah, now we're talking.

"Ish bin ayn Berliner."

So the song is "First We Take Manhattan".

[Steven]

Hi Hartmut,

About the affikomen, not really better as an answer or as a food. Strudel is far preferable.

You are correct about "First We Take Manhattan." Hadn't thought of that song. Had "The Future"
in mind. Please ask the next question if you want to.

[Hartmut]

Yes, Apfelstrudel tastes better.

But the custom of hiding a part of the affikomen makes it really fitting for our purposes ...

"The Future", ... oh, ok. Hadn't thought of that.

> Please ask the next question if you want to.

Let's see if I can come up with something.

[Hartmut]

There's a song that tells us how it feels to receive unfavourable critiques. Apparently, it's nearly as bad as African-American music.

[Steven]

Hi,

Sounds as if it could be "Jazz Police."

[Hartmut]

If I were as generous as you, I would say that you solved the riddle. Because your answer would almost fit.

But actually, the song I'm looking for is newer than "Jazz Police".

[Steven]

Hi Hartmut,

Are you looking for "Waiting For The Miracle," where the judgements of critiquers (which can
presumed if the judgements are thought to be those of a non-judicial kind) "are severe"
regarding music?

[Hartmut]

Hi Steven,

Are you looking for "Waiting For The Miracle,"

Again: Close, but no.

You could think of a more common synonym for "critique".

And of a shorter word for "unfavourable".

And find some other musical genre than Jazz that could be described as "African-American".

And, well, it's a very new song.

[Steven]

Hi,

Ah, now we're talking... maybe. "Almost Like The Blues" might fit the bill:
"There's torture and there's killing / And there's all my bad reviews." Blues, of
course, is largely an African-American derived genre other than jazz and the
song is new.

[Hartmut]

You've got it!

"And there's all my bad reviews
[...]
Lord, it's almost like the blues"

[Steven]

Hi,

Thank you Hartmut.

The presence of one of the arts in a neighbhood can be appealing to some.
Seemingly, it was for a song character. Please name the song.