I know very little about him, but I did hear read that he would reach out to the artists he was about to parody and ask them for their OK. But when one refused, he went ahead and did it anyway. So, why bother asking in the first place?
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I know very little about him, but I did hear read that he would reach out to the artists he was about to parody and ask them for their OK. But when one refused, he went ahead and did it anyway. So, why bother asking in the first place?
But is it, if you don't really care what the other person's view will be? "A gentlebeing knows that manners are far more than simply the appearance of courtesy." - Butler Boy :smile
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I'm fairly certain that Weird Al almost always respects the artist's wishes if they don't want to be parodied. That's why there are, e.g., no Weird Al parodies of Prince.
There have been occasional controversies, such as with Lady Gaga, who apparently gave her permission and then withdrew it or something, but that's definitely the exception rather than the rule.
Twenty-Twenty vision is average vision. Hindsight may be that, but with added distortion/ embellishments to fit the internal vision of the viewer. Having Umpteen-Squillion hindsight means your visions are entirely fictional and loaded with unlikely happenings.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
Hey mister man with a guitar in your hand You're a rubber legged looney in a scruff-bag band Hey there my man get that piggy off your back Well a decent sort of chap wouldn't talk a load of c-rap You with the mouth, your headin' on collision GOT TO TRY TO USE YOUR TWENTY-TWENTY VISION Hey mister clean your shirt is white as snow Do you want to wreck a record on your DJ show
Well the wind don't blow, mama don't know Say you got a lot to say I know that you big boyz make a big noize Nobody get in the way
A wee drop of rocket fuel gets you in the guts It's better that the nutter who nuts you in the nuts One piece of drastic plastic is a hit Then a master ghetto blaster drops you in the head
Well the wind don't blow, mama don't know - Say you got a lot to say I know that you big boyz make a big noize - Nobody get in the way
Hello sailor do you wanna buy it It ain't my cup of tea don't knock before you try it
Dirty shirts can smell really mean Gleamo washes not only white, not only bright, but clean Mister man do you really wanna rock it Funny money burns a hole in your pocket Lady danger lookin' good as ever Can't afford her on the never never
Well the wind don't blow, mama don't know Say you got a lot to say I know that you big boyz make a big noize Nobody get in the way
Well the wind don't blow, mama don't know - Say you got a lot to say I know that you big boyz make a big noize - Nobody get in the way
Here come the boyz who make a lot of row Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama weer all crazee now
I was always on the wilder side Chasing love away Love was something for romantic fools Just a game how to play How can I deny my heart When my love is blind I got no choice I've gone too far I lose my mind When we're makin' love When we're makin' love When I look into your magic eyes The mirror of my love I like to see you Smiling back at me It makes me feel so good Need to keep you satisfied The only way I know And all the cares I cannot hide Will never show When we're makin' love Woh makin' love Don't believe that I'm a liar But I can't get enough Never knew I could be higher Just by makin' love How can I deny my heart When my love is blind I got no choice I've gone too far I lose my mind When we're makin' love When we're makin' love Don't believe that I'm a liar But I can't get enough Never knew I could be higher Just by makin' love Oh oh oh yeah oh makin' love Oh makin' love Makin' love Coming to you Makin' love With nothing to do Makin' love Makin' love Makin' love Makin' love
Yahweh and I had a chat after it didn't leave enough milk in the fridge for coffee. Killing everyone in a flood shows a certain level of going in the huff. It might have use of the "it wasn't me and it's been apportioned to me from an earlier mythos" excuse for the flood though.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
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Or maybe "Welcome Home, Roxy Road Caramel"
