friends question my sanity and it drove my mother crazy.Two years, later my mother was singing Whip It non-stop. And then, years after that I'd be watching Rugrats with my kids and Mark Mothersbaugh's name would pop on the screen and I'd think Can't I have anything to myself?
Not that I begrudge him his success. I just find it sort of a metaphor for my youth that the man partially responsible for some of my very weird acid trips while listening to Space Junk and Sloppy is man whose work is listened to by mother and millions of young children.
Then again, my mother's favorite band is Pink Floyd.
Makes you kind of wonder about my mother's postage stamp licking addiction back in the 80's, huh?
Favorite song: Jocko Homo (predictable, perhaps, but such a great song)
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