I attended a surreal concert on Halloween (is there any other). The band was Dead Mans Party — an Oingo Boingo tribute band. They were pretty good. But what made it surreal was the opening act. A guy called Elviss Simmons. He was a fat Elvis personator in KISS make up.
He sang KISS songs the way Elvis would have, and Elvis songs the way KISS would have. Very bizarre.
But then I started thinking why stop there? There are so many performers and bands out there it would be much more efficient if they could be genetically combined. So I’ve put
together a sample list for you:
Black sABBAth. Featuring the musical stylings of Ozzie Osbjörn.
“You can dance, you can jive… and bite off the head of a bat…”
And considering the fact that geography is being cut from most high school curriculums, why not combine all those geographical bands into Bosto-Chicag-Alabam-Kansa-Berlin?
For those of you who like abbreviations, R.E.M.E.L.O.
(“That’s me in the corner, losing my Evil Woman…”)
And isn’t it about time we combined hip-hop with 80’s pop by creating Soulja Boy George?
Eminem Mraz? Because most candy is made by that company anyway.
“It’s a deadman party ,who could ask for more?
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”
Nickelbackstreet Boys. ‘Nuff said.
Performing for Thanksgiving we have The Cranberry-Byrds.
For some latin flavor tastefully blended with a fine female songstress, we have Medudodido.
And last, but not least, we have the dark, brooding, yet fashionably neurotic sounds of Jim Morrisette.
(This is the end. Isn’t it ironic?)