The Eeries - Awesome Weird Video

I'm not into music videos, but this is pretty cool. It helps that it was done by my son Andy and his band, The Eeries, and their friends. But I'd be liking it even if I didn't know them. The music is surprising too, dreamy and melodic, not the usual punk/ska they have played in the past.

Somehow I keep thinking Gumby on acid come to life. But that's not what they're saying. What are they saying?

Whack

I'm going out, I said.

"Out where?"
Not sure.
"Why?"
Need whack.
"What?"
No. Whack. There's plenty of watt here. Look at all the bulbs.
I need whack. I'm out of whack, you're out of whack, everything's out of whack.
"Whack." It wasn't a question.
Whack, I confirmed.
"While you're out, would you get a stare?"
Stair?
"Stare."
What's wrong with the stair we have? It goes all the way upstairs.
"No. Stare. The fridge is on the blink. Needs stare."
I'll see what I can find.
"I remember when you were gruntled."
I was once. And turbed. All that's gone - dissipated.
"Wish we could pate it back."
Me too.
I walked out the door and saw that the front walkway was discrete.
It used to be concrete. Not any more.
I started the car, but I couldn't finish it. It ran, so I had to chase it.
Then I drove it all the way to town. By then I was panting and the car had whip marks on its back. Guess that's why I couldn't finish it. I removed all the extra pants until the panting stopped, then I put the car in park. The park ranger made me move it.
I walked into a store. Ow. I backed up and walked through the door. Fortunately it was open so I did no damage.
Got any whack? I asked the clerk.
"Any what?"
No. Whack. I'm completely out of it.
"I'll say."
Say what?
"You're out of it."
No. I'm not out of what. I'm out of whack. I also need a stare.
He stared. Good. Got that off my list. Now the list was only about 12 degrees to port. Still out of whack.
I walked to the next store.
I need whack, I said.
"Wax?" he said.
No, one's enough, I said.
"You some kind of whacko?"
If I were, I'd have plenty of whack, wouldn't I? But I don't. My whole house is out of whack. Where can I get some more?
He picked up a bat.
Whack!
I am gruntled and turbed again. And definitely in whack.
Ow.

I forgot what I was about to say

Seriously, in the process of creating this blog, I forgot why.
Except maybe to replace that other blog that I hated, because it had this guy, who looked a lot like me, who kept saying inane shit. So I killed him. And now I'm writing here. OK. Memory restored.
What you'll get from me here is whatever the hell I give you, if you have the tolerance to read it. For those who don't: I'm not talking to you.
Anyway, I decided to do this for a number of reasons, among which are: Sometimes I sit and think, and then I get into a conversation with myself, and I am often quite amused, and so I think mabe I should share that amusement with someone; and sometimes I am delusional enough to think what I say might have an effect on someone or something that I would find desirable; and sometimes I think fuck it, I want to just offend people, the more the merrier; and sometimes I really just want to share something sappy, sentimental, stirring, or merely mindblowing. Mostly I just want to rant, and help you waste your time.
Which is all to say that this is your introduction to this blog by me. Mine too.