|Tally Hall: Still wonky; still fabloo|
(I have no idea where this picture came from, or I'd give full credit. Let's just say "somewhere on the Internet")
For some reason, I didn't sleep well last night and it is catching up with me. Nothing unusual there, I have all the aches and pains associated with my age and a lifetime of abusing my body. Oh, stop right there, I'm not talking about drug or drink, dat ain't me. I'm talking about breaking important laws, like the Law of Gravity. Wearing heels that abused my feet are another source of flipster discomfort - those days are gone, but the ache remains. Often, I've told my friends that I ski like the "agony of defeat" scene on the sports promo. I've broken both ankles, been hit by a car, torn a rotor cuff (I suspect the count is two rotor cuffs now), had surgeries on my wrist and twice stepped in holes someone made by removing telephone poles - what are the odds? For me, the odds are really good that something is going to happen. Admittedly, I've earned my aches and pains.
To top it off, I've pinched a nerve in my back and I continue to do something or another that pinches that nerve on a regular basis. Chronic discomfort, my new friend, I can count on you. What do you want in your coffee?
All that must have impacted the dream I had last night that interfered with my sleep.
Since the early days of MTV and VH1, I have been obsessed with music videos. Seeing the actual performer in action just thrills me, and back when MTV actually played music videos, I was hooked. Of course, those days are gone (what is wrong with you, MTV?).
Consequently, I'm seen a million videos. Some songs get stuck in my head, and I walk around humming the tune for days. Others really push my buttons - certain genres that have come along irritate me to no end. Really bad language in song, for example, ruins it for me. Who wants to sing words I try not to say - or feel like you have to censor the radio for kids? Call me uptight (under your breath, no need to post it in a comment...you know who you are and I know who I am; let's quick beating that dead horse).
The video I'm linking was in my dream, and it's not the first time I've dreamed about it. The group is called Tally Hall, and the video is Banana Man.
If you've never heard of them, Tally Hall is an American rock band out of Ann Arbor that has a bit of a cult following. Band members have described their music as "wonky rock" and "fabloo rock," both terms mean zip to me.
There's something about the Banana Man video that gives me the creeps, even though I like the music. Is it the parrotmen? The weird eyes made out of ping pong balls? The red parrotman gyrating in front of the flames? He looks a bit demonic. I like to keep my demons out of my videos, if possible.
Let's discuss...hit it, magic video genie...
Licensed psychiatrists and psychologists, feel free to chime in on the possible reasons why I would dream about this quirky song. Why fling a co-pay out the window, it's not that big of an issue...
Veterinarians, do you understand why I'll never get a parrot now?
Blogger pals, Romans, Countrymen: Have a banana and give me your impression in the comments.