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A lot of insightful and heartfelt versions of the same story here, but unfortunately none correct. This was written directly for one of my best friends, who was 18 at the time of it\'s release, and just before the show by a few days, starting dating a 15 year old. Between "Little 15" and a few "Skateland" references, this song served for almost an entire decades worth of hilarity for literally hundreds of us.\nNot the "masses" clearly, which was only to throw off said "masses" from getting in on the actual cool kids fun. All that, while being SOLEY at the expense of my best buddy, which you could say is horrible for a friend to do, or absolutely He-frickin-stare-e-cull depending on how you see things. However, for all ye who lack perspective, let me show you the light from ALL directions.\nThe little girl, youngest of and newest to our tribe of the, still to this day, coolest people on the planet, never once, not even for a single self-esteem crushing joke, ever had to bear the brunt of the immense amount of cradle robbing, old perv, white rape van, actual criminal law that varied state to state so we could make HIM move seats on road trips, undeniable humor of epic proportions.\nAfter the first 6 months or so, SHE would even crack jokes on him about it! That took it to an entirely new level ... of rib tightening, sore faced, tear drenching, gut busting, life-long love and friendship building crazy comedy that could lift an entire crowd with a simple question: "Hey \'T\' what states aren\'t you and \'J\' allowed in now? There\'s a show in Pa. and I\'m pretty sure it\'s worse for perv\'s like you the further North and West we go, but better for ya the further South, right? Hey \'J\' who needs a ticket to the Cult/Billy Idol show? \'T\'s\' got one he can\'t use!"\nSo you can clearly see, this song is about ME! My Kreskin-like abilities of foresight, my psychic influential connection to Marty Gore, a wisdom that made Confucius say, "Dang ... Dude\'s GOOD!", and a supernatural comedic prowess that had me BEFORE the emergency number pages of Carlin\'s, Murphy\'s, and Williams\' rolodexes.\nC\'mon folks ... of course it\'s not about me. A fact or two may be unverifiable today, so I just let it be about something the entire world still needs a good bit of help with. Empathy and Love ... and all the shitty things that go along with having them absolutely, particularly their erosion and decay caused simply by time. Oppenheimer actually misquoted the text, as it is, "I am become TIME, the destroyer of all worlds." Therein lies the answer ... hop in the time machine of your mind, and roll your "sight" back to when you were 15, with the wisdom and experiences you have now, and your new-old self will merge with your old-new self as you metamorphose into the narrator, the youth, and the wisdom, at which time, the reason for the songs existence becomes moot, or the most crucial message you could ever learn, dependent upon whether you\'re "Cool" or a "Dick" and your flexibility and humility to find an equilibrium for yourself AND every single person you can still muster the love and empathy to truly care for around you. The youth see\'s the simplicity and scalability of that fact, the wise know there will always be some who just stick with being a "Dick", and the narrator just relays the facts of both, but when all are one in the same, real magic isn\'t just possible, it\'s probable. For all ye experiencing existential questions, THAT should give something to chew on for a good bit. For those rare souls that broke free of their chrysalis already, it becomes easy to see the necessity and wonder of the ART here, because without it, the eARTh would just be \'eh". For the truly elite members of the tribe, we just recognize that sometimes ya just gotta blow an hour fuckin\' off and saying something that\'s important to YOU that no one will probably ever hear, even if they listen, so instead of saying crap you don\'t care about that no one will hear, the former is clearly a "further from insane" choice for you, and the 15 yr old eyes see the value of being ornery and Hill-Larry-E-oh\'s, hence ALL☝️that☝️. \nLastly however, If you\'re the leader of the elite tribesmen, you\'ve met that metamorphosis with open arms time and time again, so ya just know this song is really about "T" and "J" and the decades of my personal pleasure that will STILL crack up an entire club full of people at the mere mention of "Skateland" in certain places along the Eastern Seaboard. There you have it; "T" the old, "J" the young, and myself using Love, Empathy, Time Travel, Psychic Influencing, Art, Comedy, and about an hour of "I Talk-It Types" tech to tell you now what I knew then ... which I couldn\'t have known then if I didn\'t know what I know now, and so on, etc. etc. This song is about ME, just like for you, it\'s about YOU. That, my dear friends, IS the real beauty AND mystery of ART ... 4.2 million MFTM albums sold to date, according to shitty data anyway, and that means there is at LEAST 4.2M meanings to this song. I\'ve never once in my travels and life on this planet heard an artist say, "NO! That\'s not what you see, THIS is what it is you should see!" If Andy, Marty, or Dave ever see this, not only will they all agree this is THEE single Dopest thing they\'ve ever read about themselves (except maybe Marty ... he may need a little therapy, but he\'ll eventually see it as growth) BUT they\'ll also say I\'m 100% correct, and the most important interpretation of the ART is the one YOU have! \n\n\n\n... and whatever sells the most albums ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯ Wu Tang should have never written C.R.E.A.M.\n\nMuch love!!! ✌\n ϻя.ƹ\n\nPostscript - If you\'re reading this postscript, YOU are my fuckin\' Hero. If you dig the juxtaposed symbiosis of frivolity and importance of it, then like myself, you ARE the G.O.A.T. and I fuckin\' LOVE you! Take it light Homies! ✌ |
