This is my second parody ever. I made it for the Harris Football Podcast and it was played on the air (so to speak). All you need to know to get the joke is that NFL coaches lie all the time, and it makes fantasy football very frustrating. Like, being in Fleetwood Mac in the 70’s frustrating, but without being famous or profitable.
I made a video with Mr. Harris’ kind comments too:
Yesterday was the hottest day in the history of Los Angeles by many measurements. So it seems like a good time to remind you of the song I wrote about how the sun wants to kill us. In fact, I recorded an alternate version of “The Sun is Going to Blow Up.” It’s got a bit of a school-teacher-storytime vibe where I explain how the sun will some day burst and consume all that we know and love.
After all, it is a children’s song.
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One day, I started wondering why diamonds are so expensive. And if they are so rare and expensive, how could they possibly have become such an integral part of our engagement rituals? Historically, very few people have been lucky enough to have disposable income, and yet, a whole lot of people have gotten engaged.
How can so many people have observed an expensive ritual that requires an allegedly unobtainable resource?
How does that work?
Something doesn’t add up.
I did some research. I learned about a lot of lying. I wrote an essay. I set it to music and it was 26 minutes long, and I didn’t have nearly that much music. I wrote some more music. I linked the six themes and looped them to stick in your head. I cut the essay down considerably and practiced reading it really fast. I recorded it and worked with an animator to create a video.
There’s a lot more that I wish I could’ve included. I wish I’d mentioned the fact that most of the world’s diamonds live in warehouses in Great Britain. Or that the biggest boom in the diamond tradition came from targeting traumatized World War II veterans who were looking for ideas to hang onto as they attempted to return to normalcy. Or how “recommitment rings” and “recommitment ceremonies” are just a shallow attempt to pawn off an excess of supply to a disinterested demographic. I wish I’d relayed more icky quotes in my old-timey barker voice.
But I didn’t make time for everything. So, in 2,250ish words and 13ish minutes, here is all of the most important stuff that I learned.
I hope it makes you laugh at a few things; I hope it makes you question everything.
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I remember writing “Write About Butts (Right About Butts)” very clearly. I was sitting on the floor of my closet. I was working on converting said closet into a recording booth, but it never worked out.
Nevertheless, I had my Omega guitar that is broken at the headstock and which was given to my by Diana Van De Kamp, and I was testing the acoustics of my soon-to-be-failed conversion project. I started banging out some chords, but not my usual chords, and I thought, “That sounds like one of those sad acoustic deep cuts that Smashing Pumpkins stashed on their 90’s albums.”
I love those albums. I’d just met Billy Corgan at Loveline a few months prior, and then I got to see him perform a few nights later. I hadn’t seen Smashing Pumpkins play for 20 years and the whole band was different except for Billy. His frustration was palpable. He’d play a new song and get frustrated at the crowd’s indifference. Then he’d play a Pumpkins banger from 20 years ago, and the crowd would go nuts, making him even more frustrated.
All of that flashed through my head as I banged out these chords on my closet floor, and I thought, “It’s probably driven him insane that he keeps writing all these great, esoteric songs, and every hit from the last 15 years has just been some bullshit about butts.”
I’d finished writing this song about 20 minutes later, and I don’t think I ever changed a single lyric. I imagine people who are used to my usual singing voice probably wonder WTF happened to me on this recording, but that’s the only way I’ve ever sung this song: like a Smashing Pumpkins deep cut from the 90’s.
Alex Montilla played the cajon. Mike Peralta held the camera. Thank you, gentlemen!
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