What is my music about?
Above all, my music is my own way of expressing that, despite it’s problems, I don’t think it’s delusional to think that the world is a nice place to be.
I do this by writing music about:
Hotdogs in the microwave. Eating them in front of the TV,
Rolling down the window in a car,
Delis,
Watching baseball,
Listening to baseball,
Climbing way up in the stands and looking down onto the field,
Telling off-putting, fabricated stories to my friends,
Hearing a helicopter, then looking for it in the sky, then seeing it, then pointing to it,
Seeing a license plate from a distant state, yelling about it,
Goofing off at work,
Sleeping until lunch on a Sunday.
My music tries to say that these things are important.
Many believe that the happiest moments of your life are when you get married or graduate or have a kid or retire. I’m willing to bet that you don’t even remember the happiest moment of your life. You were probably in the backyard drinking lemonade, and it was nice and warm, and you forgot about it because you’ve been conditioned to think that it wasn’t important enough to remember. It is important to remember.
Again, Above all, my music is my own way of expressing that I don’t think it’s delusional to think that the world is a nice place to be.
What is my comedy about?
Above all, my comedy is my own way of saying that, despite its problems, I don’t think it’s delusional to think that the world is a nice place to be.
I do this by:
Singing, burping, breathing heavily,
Repeating myself,
Saying things in the wrong order,
Talking about wars that never happened,
Talking about people who never existed,
Telling stories that never took place
Telling everyone that I have to go soon because I need to pick up crumbs I left at home.
Facing the wrong direction,
Facing the right direction but telling everyone that you believe that you may in fact be facing the wrong direction,
Mispronouncing well-known brand names,
Mispronouncing well-known people’s names,
Mispronouncing my own name.
Many believe that the happiest moments of your life are when you get married or graduate or have a kid or retire. I’m willing to bet that you don’t even remember the happiest moment of your life. You were probably at the diner with your buddies and you nearly pissed yourself laughing because the waiter taking your order had sauce on his ear, he had somehow gotten a non-insignificant amount of sauce on his ear while fulfilling his duties and does not seem to notice. Does he not feel it? How did it get there to begin with? Was he listening to sauce? Was he listening to sauce? Was he trying to hear sauce? You forgot about it because you’ve been conditioned to think that it wasn’t important enough to remember. It is important to remember.
Again, Above all, comedy is my own way of expressing that I don’t think it’s delusional to think that the world is a nice place to be.