In this Election Day episode we’re celebrating both a happy Halloween, and a happy 27th episode by playing some new spooky tunes and discussing “Weird Al” Yankovic, respectively.
Yes, this episode is another long one at 2:21, but this time we have less talk and more rock since for this special occasion we DOUBLED THE SONGS for this episode! So get ready for some great funny tunes featuring the likes of Insane Ian, Kiki Canon, Devo Spice, Schaffer The Darklord, the great Luke Ski, Haakon Sundry, Rob Paravonian, David O’Doherty, The State, & Whatfor.
We also respond to your lengthy comments, report on News of the Stupid without playing “Freebird” man, reminisce on bullies from our pasts, and Luke tells of a horrifying caricature request from a 10 year old boy.
Yes, this episode has all the signs of being above tolerable.
Episode length: 2:21:17
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Call me crazy, but I prefer the sound of the show when Carrie is on Skype. You both have your own microphones instead of sharing the one, so the roomy sound is greatly reduced.
1: I am a fan of Carrie! I want more of her music. She has her own style, just like all the other artists. Why should we judge the style of performing live if we love the music? She is awesome and even if she just sat in a chair and sang without any real movement, I’d still love it.
2: Bullying. I was bullied a lot as a child.
a: Grade school, somewhere around 3-4th grade I was in a parka, a gang of kids grabbed me, pulled my parka off and put it on me backwards and tied me in it. I could not see or move my arms. The crossing guard finally saw me and untied me.
b: Junior HS shop class, one of the tallest kids in class loved to pick on me a lot. He pushed me over and I got really upset and punched him in the stomach (first time I ever really fought back). His wind was knocked out. The teacher gave him the reprimand because he saw him start it. A small victory. It meant nothing though I still got picked on by everyone.
c: HS 10th grade, a kid stole my shoes and I had to walk around school in my socks for a while. I finally went to my locker and found my shoes, full of water.
d: HS 10th grade, female who hated me talking to her good friend who for some reason didn’t mind talking to me spilled a whole bottle of Avon’s Roses-Roses on me and I had to smell like that all day as the school would not allow me to go home and change. To date I have a hard time smelling any rose scented items.
I continue to get picked on by coworkers, although now it’s more fun than hurt but it’s been a non-stop ordeal for me since I was very young.
Sorry I missed the last few episodes. I hope to catch up some day.
Okay, Carrie. You’re feeling a little down about what happened at that con, where no one requested your songs. Let me say that I think your voice and your act is spectacular. You don’t have to be more “physical” or more loud. Every other male Dementia artist has that. You have subtlety and wit and irony and charm.
I still get a thrill when I hear “Road Tripper,” listening to you sing three part (four part?) harmony with yourself. Right at the “Drive My Car” bridge is the place where I shove my fist in the air. You have the finest singing voice in Dementia, in my humble uneducated opinion.
Don’t worry about keeping up with others. Do your own thing, use your own special talents. I can see you on stage, hand on hip, head tilted, smiling in bemusement at the male acts camping it up on stage. Yes, I see you as a pink-wearing, red-headed version of Cher on her variety show.
And if it comes to getting your songs requested, have you thought about sing-along choruses? I saw the respected filk singer Leslie Fish, and every song she introduced, she said “It’s a real simple chorus, sing along, here it is…” It’d work great for you. Think of it, an audience enslaved to YOUR sing-along chorus!
Anyway, I hope to hear much more from you, ’cause you always make me smile and occasionally make me giggle like a loon.
Luke Luke, I can’t stand when I turn on the tv to watch a specific program and there is a musical performance happening before the event. If I was interested in watching that musical group, I could watch them on you tube.
I enjoyed hearing you talk about Weird Al. I was wondering if you started to enjoy the original songs more now than when you first started to listen to him.
I believe the Dr Demento show voting of the last couple of months defines more than anything Carrie’s musical ability. Her voice is the most pleasent of any dementia artist.
I don’t usually leave comments, because you guys already know what I think of the podcast and I’d get tired of typing the same thing every week. 😉
Carrie, please don’t give up on comedy music! I for one love your stuff.
And, because everyone else seems to do it, a shout-out for Flat29.
I think what we need is a greater volume of work from Carrie. Maybe do a FuMP a month for a while. It takes about 10,000 hours (10 years) of work to become an expert at anything. The first 10,000 is the hardest. Keep it up Carrie, it’s just a few more years.
I have to combine Weird Al and getting revenge on a bully into one story. When “Eat It” first came out, I was a pudgy kid in elementary school. There was one short little turd (funny how so many of them are short) who I’ll only name as Robert P. I was about 50% taller and heavier than him. Robert spent much of the spring of ’84 following me around and singing it at me. Foolishly I thought he’d made it up, so I guess that makes it “Eat It” my least favourite Weird Al song. at the time, my solution was to club him with my book bag and then sit on him.
Flash forward about 5 years and we had gone to different junior and senior high schools. Robert decided to cut class and checkout my high school. Walking down the hall, he suddenly popped out of a stairwell with a group of his friends. Puberty had been good to me – I was still 50% taller, about 100% heavier and had a physique that would not have been out of place on the offensive line of a typical high school football team. Robert’s eyes started at my toes and made their way up to my eyes before he realised who he was standing in front of. In a panic, he screamed my name, and then bolted for the stair case, clawing and scratching through the throng of students (I presume to get out of the building). The icing on the cake was his friends laughing at him as he fled. It was a big show for someone who wasn’t in any danger to begin with. The bear is only dangerous if you poke it.
My all time favourite Weird Al song has got to be “White and Nerdy”, followed by “Fat” – both of which (strangely) I see as geek positive songs now.