| I was at an indoor Orange County Fair concert. I was sitting on the floor, in the middle. Al came out on stage, nodded, and the band launched into all sorts of demented music-none of it by Al. Al eventually left the stage for a costume change. Al came back on in a Fat suit. It wasn’t black, and it had no belts. It was mauve overalls and a maroon top. Accompanying him was Cindy, in a matching outfit. Al strode up to the microphone and started rapping. “Know why they call me a fanboy, baby…” Cindy was dancing around in the background as Al did a quite excellent cover of The Great Luke Ski’s ‘Fanboy’. In the middle of the song, Al darted a glance left, right, and then belted out “I’m a Jedi master and you are merely just a-“ Cindy bounced up and stuck a rose in between Al’s teeth. Another rose was clamped between her jaws. Together they chanted “Padiddawan you talk just like Jar Jar Binks…” The crowd roared with approval. After the show, the band left the stage and techs dragged tables full of Tshirts on. I hopped up and browsed through them. All of them read Class of ’01. I already had a shirt that proclaimed what year I’d graduated, so I hopped down and headed back to my seat. I saw Al over in a corner. “Psst!” I walked over. He whispered, “Don’t bother waiting for autographs tonight…we’re all exhausted.” I nodded and left. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Fat Fanboy 06/03/02 |