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I always wanted to be a 350 lb. psychotic person who sings about rock bands and pop culture icons.

You know what this means? Tomorrow I put up a Wesley Willis song in honor of my being him. If you've never experienced the glory of Wesley, you have no idea what you're missing.


I actually own a Wesley Willis CD. When in the right mood, he can strike me as being a riot. Alaaaaaanis Mor-set! (Yes, I know that's not how she spells it, but that's the way he makes it sound.)

Living in Chicago, I've known several people who have run into Wesley, approached by him with offers to purchase one of his drawings or one of his rock'n'roll CDs. I have not yet had the pleasure of running into him, but if and when it does, I'll let you know!

In the meantime, reading his lyrics makes for a fun afternoon. Some of them are pure genius.

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