No, it isn’t an invasion of South American camelids that resemble mini-llamas and produce trendy wool. My musical main man, “Weird Al” Yankovic, has a new CD coming out very soon. We wait years for these. And if you’ve never seen Al in concert, you have missed an experience. Nonstop entertainment, even during the every-number costume changes. A hardcore trouper’s ethic (he had the flu when I saw him), great band chemistry and a total commitment to a great show. My wife was meh over the idea, but became a concert convert. I don’t even like concerts much and I liked it.
Here’s the track listing:
1.Perform This Way
7.Party In The CIA
10.If That Isn’t Love
11.Whatever You Like
12.Stop Forwarding That Crap To Me
Any questions? That last, in particular, hit a resonant frequency for me. People used to constantly forward stuff to me in the belief that it was funny or important. Whether or not I had editing work on my plate, it got so irritating, and then I’d ask them to please stop, at which point they’d think I was a killjoy. That’s not how that works.