The closest diagnosis I have so far from my doctor is that it could be something that is only seen in men over the age of 60 (this is totally true, by the way). Which of course I couldn't possibly have since I am only 23. Or maybe 32. I always get those numbers mixed up (this is totally true, by the way).
So like I said I feel weird, and although it's not making me feel good in a I'm-trippin-on-Claritin-and-Red Bull-while-riding-a-donkey-on-the-set-of-Too Close For Comfort kinda way, I wanna run with the weird. I've taken to wearing clothes that don't match, I'm watching MLS soccer, and today I tried to wear my hair to simulate a pair of warm croissants, fresh from the oven:
Lady Stabson laments that they are not real croissants.
Another thing I'm doing today is working on a playlist of all the weird songs I love. SO MUCH FUN. I like a lot of weird shit. And honestly, some of it is more "shit" than "weird" but I'm drawn to it. Just like mystery illnesses....
Here are some of my favorites, which ironically enough, are primarily enjoyed by men in their 60's...hmmmm....
Whodunnit? by Genesis
Many fans of Genesis rate their album "Abacab" pretty low on their list of favorites, and its track Whodunnit? is unanimously rated below the sound of a baboon fart. Genesis is usually dramatic, romantic, complex, with lyrics ripped from the pages of post-war literature. Whodunnit? is simple, quirky, with lyrics ripped from a babbling 4 year old who forgot to take his Ritalin. Granted, this isn't one of my favorite Genesis songs, but I appreciate and enjoy this moment of liberated weirdness (as opposed to their repressed batwing-red dress-Slipperman/penis-covered-in-herpes weirdness from their Peter Gabriel days)
I particularly enjoy this live version, complete with Mickey Mouse and scuba gear:
Peter Gabriel is the coolest weirdo ever. I particularly love this song because not only does it sound like he's doing a swamp creature imitation to scare a bunch of kids around the campfire, but it's also the first track on his first album. Right out of the gate he's blazing a new trail with one hand and giving the finger to Genesis with the other. Actually, ALL of the songs on this album are pretty fucking weird except for Solisbury Hill which I can't listen to anymore because all it's shiny parts have been dulled by endless radio overplay and Here Comes the Flood which is one of his most simple, yet powerful songs ever. So I guess it's weird it's on that album. Anyway, here's the Burgermeister for ya, buuuudee:
Push th' Little Daisies by Ween
Uuuuhhhh, all Ween songs are weird. This one is happens to be my favorite at the moment. The video is reminiscent of what you would get if you gave some nerdy 16 year-old boys in upper class suburbia hooked on Monty Python and weed a video camera.
R.I.P. (Requiescant In Pace) by Banco del Mutuo Soccorso
Do you like surf-rock guitar riffs with your Italian opera? Do you wish more songs had rollicking silent film piano themes combined with the majesty of Mr. Roger's Trolley heading towards the Land of Make Believe? Then you will love R.I.P. by Banco. I saw this band about 2 years ago and fell in love with this song. I've never really gotten into the Italian prog scene (although I'm digging the New Trolls lately) but I might if all songs were as ridiculously catchy as this one.
OK, back to the playlist and medication and turning my mop into fondue pot.
Stay weird, my friends. xo
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