No, this was not written by Weird Al. I believe this was written by my weird brother instead. Inspired, I imagine, by a family ski trip, and the constant playing of the Another One Bites the Dust on top 40 radio, the young bard penciled this song parody while in the back of the Suburban on the way home from the slopes. Warning: Do not sing this backward. The technique of backward masking has been used to encourage people to smoke marijuana. Some believe it was in fact this seemingly family-friendly skiing song that resulted in Colorado’s recent legalization of weed. Others point to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.
Remember back in the 70’s when you could joke about Rocky Mountain spotted fever? This year I had a colleague come down with the RMSF and was out for several days. Anyway, I’m sure this button comes from the Colorado cousins. I can kind of remember visiting them in Ft. Collins (I think), but mostly in Alamosa. I remember brother Mike and I hanging out one afternoon with Cousin Eric who was maybe five years older than me. He may have been a senior in high school at the time. We went down to the Rio Grande, which was a short walk from their back yard; Eric built a fire, caught a craw dad, wrapped it in foil with catchup, cooked it and ate it; we swam and played in the river; Eric showed us his bow and various arrows, and let us attempt to shoot it; he introduced us to some of his friends at this old cabin/derelict house/hideout kind of place where they kept a huge collection of dirty magazines (ok, that part was a bit awkward). But overall it was a great afternoon in an otherwise typically mundane family vacation. Eric was very cool to his little cousins. Like his sister Lynn from a previous post, Eric is also an artist, sculpting these cool bronzes. You can see some of his stuff here.
I’m not sure what this button was used for. It appears to be a name tag, maybe. Of course I know who Lynn is. She’s my oldest first cousin. I’m not sure exactly how much older, but I’m going to say 7ish years older. As a result, when the family got together I spent less time with her than with other cousins (plus she was a girl), so somehow she wasn’t that interested in running around the farm throwing dirt clods at each other. What I do remember about her as a kid is two things. One is her laughing. Sitting around the table or around the family room, she was quick with a funny remark and quicker to laugh out loud at something someone else had said. I liked that. The other is that she was the first teenager I spent any extended time around. I remember watching in quiet wonder at her outbursts because her folks told her she was taking too long to get ready or because one of the adults had said something ignorant. Oh, and she also had amazing 70s hair. Yeah, I had a crush on my cousin, so what. Lynn is still funny, plus she’s an amazing artist, teacher, and mother. I hardly ever get to see her anymore. Hopefully I can do some traveling in the years to come and remedy that.