I've always had this thing where I get *really* into a certain artist for a few months and then my love for them is eventually muted by something called "real life" but my feelings of love forever remain somewhere in my heart and/or butt. My most recent obsession has been Weird Al Yankovic. I enjoyed him back in the day when I was a kid and my brother and cousins used to listen to "Amish Paradise" while watching WWE wrestling.
I've always thought he was pretty funny but I never took the time to *really* listen to him. I'm pretty sure his songs aren't just fun and games. For example,
"Fat" - Simply a parody of Michael Jackson's "Bad" or a social commentary on the growing obesity epidemic in America?
"Amish Paradise" - A satirization of Coolio's "Gangster's Paradise" or a cautionary tale on technology inevitably taking over our lives, thereby diminishing the importance of interpersonal relationships?
"Like A Surgeon" - making light of Madonna's "Like a Virgin" or a prelude to a conversation regarding the plethora of issues plaguing America's healthcare system?
This man is the underdog of underdogs. Let's look at the stats:
Name: Alfred Yankovic
Profession: Parodying already existing songs
Attire: Hawaiian shirts, Dad glasses
Follicular disposition: mustache, fro
How many people do we see on a daily basis with some combination of one or more of those traits? Lots. And they're not super stars named Weird Al. They're "weird uncles" and "weird guys who work at Best Buy".
Theory: Weird Al was created in a laboratory at PBS in 1979 in order to bolster the self-esteem of nerds around the world by promoting the idea of "just be you".
Meeting him reminded me of going to a Freak Show. He was on display in front of a bunch of people he'd never met but he was obligated to be there because everyone else who was in the show was signing autographs and meeting people. I almost felt ashamed for being in line to meet him. He looked sad. Like would rather be at home with his wife. I don't doubt that that's exactly where he'd rather have been. It was really warm and he had just finished a two and a half hour show. Dude was tired. And I told him that. Because I'm rude. He said he wasn't and thanks for being concerned. Which was cool.
I had planned on wingin' it when I met him and I was feeling pretty confident but as soon as I was next in line, the guy ushering people was like, "mind if I take the picture instead of your friend?" It threw me off my game so I wound up being a nervous dingus instead of being the normal* person that I am.
Our conversation was the standard "hey, what's your name?"/"how are you?"/"thanks for coming!"/"I know I just met you, and this is crazy, but will you be my best friend forever?"
Things I remember from our encounter: How beyond nice he was and how his hair felt against my forehead. Answer: Wonderful.
I may or may not have blacked out because the photo below shows us having an in-depth conversation about something incredibly interesting/important. It almost looks like we're at a cocktail party and we're connecting with each other by talking about our "craft".
After our obviously epic conversation, I thanked him and probably hugged him and was ushered over to meet Paul F. Tompkins and Paget Brewster. I told Paget Brewster that her coat looked like my dog's fur. I'm terrible at people'ing.
In conclusion, I should never meet someone I admire ever again unless I'm in a coma and they're coming to visit me for my Make-A-Wish. They do that for adults, right?
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