Musician’s Humor

Ana Vidovic Plays Asturias icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (posted by SiccasGuitars icon-external-link-12x12 )

I’ve always had this peculiar S&M fantasy where a smokin’ hot girl guitar player tells me that my vibrato sucks in front of a large crowd of people, and then everyone starts laughing and jeering at me.

I’m sure Ms. Vidovic is much too nice to ever do something like this, but she has everything else dialed in to make this desire of mine a reality.

The Truth Is Out There… Maybe!

I rarely use Craigslist, particularly the version of it that is focused on this wacky little city of Redding that I live in. There are a lot of weirdos in the world, and many of them gravitate towards community services and resources such as Craigslist. Therefore, it’s not unreasonable to expect that if you spend time on the site then you’re going to have a higher frequency of encounters with the types of people you would never choose to have anything to do with in real life.

That said, every once in a while I will find a need to purchase something off Craigslist, despite my preference not to use the site. There are times when eBay “Buy It Now” prices are too unreasonable and the classified ads in the local newspaper are not exhaustive enough, and this is when I find myself saying “Well hello again, Craigslist!” with a sarcastic grin on my face. This happened two months ago when I decided to buy a vintage piece of music equipment called a Marshall JCM800 amplifier. I actually didn’t find the version of the amplifier that I wanted, but instead found and purchased two guitars—Ol’ Betsies 04 and 05 —from gentlemen in Hercules and Burney, respectively. Both experiences were quite pleasant, so I found myself wondering if maybe Craigslist isn’t as bad as it used to be.

My optimism was short-lived, however, as today I was reminded about one of the special types of “weird” that exists in Redding.

While looking for a place to post an ad for my baseball team, one of the first headlines I found was “Bigfoot Reports Wanted.” Aha! This is the Craigslist I remember so well! The entire ad read as follows:

If you have seen anything that you believe might be a Sasquatch or Bigfoot,or if you have heard strange noises or had a strange experience. I would love to hear your story. Please email to bigfoot-reports at hotmail dot com.

Will be kept confidential

Hey… now that you mention it, I have heard strange noises before! I have also had two or three totally fucking strange experiences in my life! How is it that I never considered Bigfoot was behind it all??!

Oh yeah… that’s because Bigfoot doesn’t exist! People who believe in Bigfoot are at least silly, and possibly crazy. If we can map our galaxy without leaving the solar system and order pizza from our cell phones while hiking trails in the wilderness, surely we would have found Bigfoot by now and put him in a zoo where he belongs.

(Somewhat of a tangent here, but they should put questions like “Do you believe in Bigfoot?” on voter registration forms alongside questions like “Who was the second President of the USA?” When a person answers the former “yes” after getting the latter wrong, he or she is automatically disqualified from participating in all elections for at least four years.)

Also, I love the faux-official email address bigfoot-reports@hotmail.com. I’m now imagining some other irrational and slightly irritated guy in Oregon posting his own Bigfoot Craigslist ad with the email address bigfoot-reports-official@hotmail.com (because the email address bigfoot-reports@hotmail.com was already taken by this asshole in California). Then there would of course be the even more irritated Washington counterpart having to settle with real-bigfoot-reports@hotmail.com because the two better email addresses were taken already by the assholes in California and Washington, and so on, and so forth.

As an old pal from Texas used to remind me, Northern California is Bigfoot country, and wherever Sasquatch is expected to be, people with tinfoil hats can’t be too far away!

Tell It to the Breadline

Get Lucky icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the eponymous LP by Mark Knopfler icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

I’m better with my muscles than I am with my mouth
I work the fairgrounds in the summer or go pick fruit down south

And when I feel them chilly winds, where the weather goes I’ll follow
Pack up my traveling things and go with the swallows
And I might get lucky now and then

You win some
You might get lucky now and then
You win some

I wake up every morning keeping an eye on what I spent
Gotta think about eating
Gotta think about paying the rent

I always think it’s funny
It gets me every time
I wonder about the happiness and money
Tell it to the breadline
But you might get lucky now and then

You win some
You might get lucky now and then
You win some

Now I’m rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be
Think I’ll just lay me down under this old tree
On and on we go through this old world of shuffling
If you got a truffle, dog, you can go truffling
And you might get lucky now and then

You win some
You might get lucky now and then
You win some

Give Me Lattes, Or Give Me Death

It’s a viciously cold day in Transexual Transylvania when a gay man, resolute in his conservative viewpoints, can’t speak at a university icon-external-link-12x12 in the Bay Area without the yuppie elite declaring war. These events occurred in Berkeley of all places: home of the Free Speech Movement and eastern province of the homosexual capital of the universe.

Seriously, there are more gay people in the Bay Area than there are grains of sand in the Sahara (believe me, I know… I lived in San Francisco for four years and didn’t get laid once). How is something like this even possible?