It's a very poorly kept secret that outside of the Dave Matthews Band, my taste in music is wildly varied, if not eccentric in nature. Seriously, there really is no way of predicting just what I am going to take a liking to. In fact, the best way to categorize my tastes is to explore what I dislike. I am extremely allergic to any Pop music, allergic meaning that it makes me want to throw up. I am also very displeased with what passes for Country music today, but I don't listen to it, so it can be as bad as it wants to be. It has become clear to me very recently that I have a very strong tendency to gravitate towards music that conveys an underlying message or meaning.....except for all the time when I don't follow this rule. This applies to all of the electronic music that I listen to, it's mindless as hell because there are no lyrics. I've never been able to tell just why I like it so much, it must have something to do with not me not having very good taste (as most everyone points out any time I bring up my love for all things DMB). From a social standpoint, being a 40 year old who listens to a great deal of electronic music can be a little awkward at times. At least I don't attend any of the local raves, drop tons of ecstasy, and then shed my shirt to dance with glow sticks all night. In short, I like what I like, it doesn't make sense, and that's all I really have to say on the subject.
This is the point that I start talking expressing my sense of humor through some of the music that I listen to. To start off with, I feel very sorry for my coworkers, since they are subjected to my musical tastes almost every day. This has to do with the fact that in order to keep my sanity at work, there has to be music playing in the background. I make fun of ALL music, especially my own, so it's best that I play my own so I don't offend someone by making fun of THEIR music. I have my own iPod speaker dock/charger thingy, that I haul out every day, stuff the old iPod into, hit shuffle on my "work" playlist, and begin another shift of acoustical bliss and commentary. For my coworkers' convenience (and sanity), I do try to do is weed out any of my more eccentric selections from my work playlist, this includes any and all of my electronic selections because, I admit, they can be extremely annoying to any normal person. Occasionally a wayward song or two ends up on the work playlist and gets played, and usually commented on by some of my coworkers (usually involving the term, WTF).
Like I said above, I am very much into music that has an underlying theme or message to it. This includes tracks and artists that for some odd reason or another, I find very humorous. One of these songs would be, "One of Us", by Joan Osborn. I'm probably the only person on the planet that plays this song regularly anymore. Poor Joan had exactly one hit in her lifetime, and unfortunately for her, I have chosen to immortalize this song for the rest of my life. I find this song humorous because the underlying theme is about the idea that God could be just a regular jerk hole, wandering the streets of some smelly city like the rest of us. As an agnostic, this is an extremely humorous concept. Of course, me being me, I have to makeup my own lyrics....just because it's fun to do. I have this, ummm, how should I put it? Let's say affection, yes, affection. An affection for referring to God as Dog (God is Dog spelled backwards after all. Coincidence? I think not.). I, of course, find this to be very, very humorous just for the fact that I could very well be living with the creator of all things every day, and not know it..... God, or I should really say Dog, (Praise him!) may just be my good friend JackJack. Though if this really is the case, homeless people, UPS delivery men, people on Harley Davidson motorcycles, and teenagers on skateboards, are the worst of sinners and are doomed to go straight to hell after leaving this plane of existence. Anyway, what if Dog really is "One of Us"? I would absolutely be happy as a clam if this were the case and as a result, very ironic, and very, very humorous. Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell, there absolutely no changing that, so I'm just going to continue on my merry way (on second thought, I already spend 40 hours a week in hell, I work at the Community Medial Center laboratory).
This would be a good time for a disclaimer of sorts: At no point in time is my sense of humor supposed to make any sense whatsoever. I make fun of absolutely anything, and everything, this especially includes me, myself, and I. If there is one rule I live by, it's not to take myself very seriously. However, if you don't find any of the following examples to be funny, you need to have your head examined.....because I am the very model of a well adjusted human being.
So, there are more than a few songs on my iPod that are there only to remind me of just how funny that life is. This includes the cheesiest, 80's butt rock that you can find (actually, this particular example is very serious in nature, it's the delivery that's hilarious). Lounge singers with effeminate voices (come on, it's Wayne Newton). Songs about chickens (sorry, Dad), hot dog stands (sorry again, Dad), cocaine (this, at least, is in good taste...for once), marijuana, some cow bell, more marijuana (I just think the whole weed culture is hilarious), terrible covers of classic songs, country legends at their worst, extremely annoying songs about classic toys, songs about speeding, absurd songs about being a cowboy (that one is for you, Yarrow), old school Ozzie (so funny), more country legends at their worst, awful James Bond themes, another legendary lounge singer at his worst, legendary Mexican trumpetists (so sorry, Dad), more awful 80's music, stuff I'm not even sure what to make of (is she having a seizure?), the worst rapper ever, and even more country legends at their worst.
Am I eccentric? Most certainly. Is this funny? Undoubtedly. Do my coworkers hate me? Absolutely. They say, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.". I say, "Funny music is in the eye of the beholder.".
Finally, I would like to apologize to anyone foolish enough to watch any of the linked videos I posted. I would also like to thank my Dad for exposing me to so much hilarious music. And on that note, I'm going to go hunt for even more musical selections of dubious taste to entertain myself with.
Did I say I was done? Not quite. There is one last song I absolutely have to share. "Luka", has a very special place in my heart.......just not with those lyrics. Here's how it should really go:
My name is JackJack,
I live on the basement floor,
I live downstairs from you,
I know I've barked at you before.
As if anyone needs any further proof that I'm obsessed with my dog. Also, I'm so full of shit (but you know that already).
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