I Wish I Were Weird Al

Over the last week, whether I was working or just hanging out, I found myself listening to Weird Al Yankovic’s new songs over and over and over again, to keep me upbeat.

It’s probably obvious what my favorite song is:

Because what else would it be?

Thomas William Hiddleston
Yes, I’m serious about this – stop looking at me like that, Thomas.

Of course, his other songs are awesome too. If one of those songs couldn’t bring a smile to your face, then you are a robot. A dangerous, mutant-hunting robot. Or at least a Cyberman. Either way, you probably have trouble understanding the value of silliness.

Believe me, silliness can be pretty damned valuable if you’re starting to get really down from the gloomy weather (which I am; not even good food and Harry Dresden can help me at this point).

This is why I wish I were Weird Al. It’s not because he’s probably making money right now after totally winning the Internet. It’s because he brings so much happiness to the world. I haven’t been doing that much over the last few months. I can barely even give MYSELF some joy, and I’m supposed to be the chirpy, happy, friendly one in the family (according to my mother). A huge part of my desire to write is hinged on my desire to entertain people. Weird Al does this for a living, is BRAVE enough to do this for a living.

Meanwhile, I content myself with the relative excitement of learning new things. After all, marketing is just as awesome.

It just never sounds like this:

Writing Challenge 16 – My Favorite Songs

Asking me what my favorite songs is pretty almost like asking me what my favorite movies are – there’s so many of them, and it really does depend on my mood. Sometimes I’m really into Original Pinoy Rock Music (as documented in my ode to the rock musical “Sa Wakas”). Sometimes, I spend days immersing myself in songs from musicals. There was that period in which I can’t help but listen to Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know”, and yet another period during which I just needed to have Goldfrapp’s “Alive” looped on YouTube.

It’s THAT AWESOME. Can you blame me for loving it that much?

There are also some long stretches of time during which I would go full-on nostalgia. My father, the supreme Elder Geek in my life, did not just raise me and my siblings on books and comics – he also raised me on Elton John (I love “Your Song”, “Tiny Dancer”, and “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting”), The Beatles (“While My Guitar Gently Weeps”, “Eleanor Rigby”, and “If I Fell” are brilliant), The Who (“Baba O’Reilly” and “Pinball Wizard” – I know Townsend hated it, but it belongs to the world now), Queen (“Somebody to Love” and “Bohemian Rhapsody”) Billy Joel (“And So It Goes” and “Just the Way You Are”), and Sting (“Englishman in New York” and “Message in a Bottle” are wonderful).

On top of the nostalgia for the music my father shared with us, I also go nostalgic over music that became famous while I was growing up. I was a big fan of The Spice Girls (“Stop”, “Too Much”, and “Wannabe”). Alanis Morissette’s “Jagged Little Pill” album still makes me cry these days (“Forgiven” still haunts me), and I still sing Lisa Loeb songs (“Furious Rose” in particular). Locally, we have The Eraserheads (“Sembreak”, “Pare Ko”, and “Ang Huling El Bimbo”) – sometimes thought of as The Beatles of the Philippines – as well as Rivermaya (“214”, “Ulan”, and “Himala”) and Parokya ni Edgar (“Silvertoes”, “Harana”, and “The Yes Yes Show”); their music helped define my generation.

Then, there’s the music that my siblings and friends introduce to me.

My sister gave me the gift of Ludo, as well as The Magnetic Fields. My brother made me listen to The Script, and Fun. My friends got me into Lenka, Elle Goulding, Fun, Adele, and many more.

What I’m saying that my favorite songs are legion. You can’t tell me that they can’t all be my favorite, because they are.

With that, I leave you with my current earworm: