I remember hearing a Weird Al Yankovich interview when I was much younger,
He was talking about the early days of his band, a punk polka act,,doing parody covers and originals.
Picture it, picture his frizzy hair, some lanky dude with a nasal voice, playing an accordion.
He went on about how much the audience hated him
” It became this battle every night”
He was saying “oh you hated that last song? Wait till you hear this next song!!”
I always admired that.
He believed in himself so much, with such certainty,,
Fuck the audience.
“We’re gonna do these tunes, and I don’t care if you don’t like them,,,we’re going to play them anyway.”
With gusto.
With heart.
With gasoline.
Always liked that,
No room for self doubt, actually pretty gangster if you zoom out and think about it.
Eat it, Like a surgeon, rabbitage, alternative polka, for the pentiums, tin foil, I’m handy, Beverly Hillbillies ,
So much light hearted mockery,
What a legend.
Now,,,,,what if?
What if that accordion playing fuck got his feelings hurt because some crowd member booed at him?
We would have missed all that magic.
ANd honestly,, I don’t think it would have mattered, Weird AL seems like the type of dude that just wouldn’t stop,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I’d like to be like that,,,
You can have bad days, you can have anger, you can flinch, you can question the point of the entire god damned thing.
But you don’t stop,
Not for them.
That makes you a bitch…
Yup…. I’ve put thought into this.
I’m still right here, and I’m well within my right, and I bother no one.
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I listened to this true crime podcast, and this fucking asshole knocked a woman out, then he put a pipe bomb into her mouth and lit it.
That tale is one of so many, sooo fucking many, good people gone wrong, solid potential gone astray,,
You think back to ” nature or nurture”
I believe in both.
Bad circumstance, unfortunate and unchosen life path.
And blood, the bad seed,
Sooooo,, gene editing.
Then fix everyone’s home life,,
Not a small task, right?
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That one George Carlin bit, talking about a man preparing to kill himself, listing off the things he needs to do first.
“A note”
I guess I need to express myself,,,
But if I knew how to express myself, I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.
And scene.
Always liked that bit, some deep truth in that little line. I always thought so.
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dawn 