Bagel sandwich, photo by Drew Hoffman


Savannah Smith (Minneapolis, MN): A Spamwich….I just really love Spam. Such a mystery.
 
Phantom Tails (Minneapolis, MN): All of us would be burritos. One of us would be triple spicy, one would have sauerkraut and anchovies on it, one would be veggie, and one of us actually is. Our manager would be a gluten-free wrap.
 
South Jordan (Bloomington, IN): Anything associated with Dave Thomas is fine by us. As long as it’s Midwestern and hits the spot, we’re good.
 
Illuminator (Brooklyn, NY): Bacon, egg and cheese with lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise because I already am because that’s all I eat. -Bryn
 
tHe GrEat aPeS (New York, NY): Banana-crawfish hero with some funktastic hot sauce. Why? Cuz the Great Apes were officially allied in NOLA, and we don’t eat it if it doesn’t have bananas!
 
Daphne Lee Martin And Raise The Rent (New London, CT): Cuban, because it’s the closest a sandwich has ever come to making love in my mouth.
 
Death (Detroit, MI): Deathwich.
 
The Ragbirds (Ann Arbor, MI): A tempeh sandwich with kimchee on sprouted bread because:
1. I would have a long life on Earth being fermented before being eaten.
2. I would leave behind a lingering stink so that I would be remembered.
-Erin
 
Black Taxi (Brooklyn, NY): I would be an Arepa format his amazing restaurant called Caracas on Grand St. in Williamsburg. Either that or a pulled pork sandwich from Fette SAu on Metropolitan. Oh! Or Banh Mi, the Vietnamese sandwiches…that might take the cake. We as a band eat a lot of sandwiches, so we seek them out. I could go on.
-Jason
 
Cosmos Says Hello (Astoria, NY): I would be any sandwich without sun-dried tomatoes. If you get that reference, you’re as much of a loser as me.
 
Bird Call (Brooklyn, NY): I would have to be a seitan cheesesteak sandwich from Govinda’s in Philly. I tried one for the first time when we were passing through on tour in August and I couldn’t believe how happy it made me. Like, I don’t think any of my exes have ever made me feel that satiably content before. Just sayin’.
 
We Run (Brooklyn, NY): I’d be a dickbag sandwich. Cuz dickbags are awesome.
 
Gregg Garvey (Minneapolis, MN): If he’d sign me, I’d be sandwiched between David Geffen’s thighs.
 
Blonde Summer (Los Angeles, CA): I’ll never be a sandwich.
 
Mitten (Brooklyn, NY): We’d be an epic smattering of veggies piled on a hot dog bun. Veggies because they’re good for you and a hot dog bun because we’re so CAREFREE.
 
Cosmo Jarvis (Devon, UK): MY SANDWICH WOULD HAVE SO MANY FILLINGS THE SHOP WOULDN’T KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT ON THE SHELF OR HOW MUCH TO CHARGE SO I’D END UP UNEATEN.
 
Prussia (Detroit, MI): Sandwich? Really? Are you fucking with me? Is this some kind joke? Some sick CMJ joke. I won’t be your clown. Your laughing stock.
 
Lights Resolve (New York, NY): Tuna, because we would smell. Everyone else would leave us alone and let us do our thing. We are quite tasty though, if you get past the likeness of smell.