


Courtney Love once said, “You know you’ve made it [in the music
business] when Weird Al makes fun of you.” But since when does
anything Courtney Love have to say carry any clout? For whatever
reason, Weird Al Yankovic played at the Big Easy last Thursday.
Circa 50 years old, Weird Al played to dozens of adoring 10-year
olds and 30 something metal heads. An array of fake songs for the
first hour amazed the crowd of heavy metalers as they mouthed the
words to what the rest of the population hasn’t heard. It was a gay
time for the whole family.
With sub-elaborate costume changes between songs, Weird Al spent a
third of the show back stage. In his wake were video montages that
showed his extensive career as an entertainer.
Over the past two decades, Yankovic has made a name for himself
parodying any pop culture smash and the out of date footage
wouldn’t let you forget it. The videos worked in getting the crowd
more enthusiastic for the next song. When Yankovic couldn’t play
one of his hit satirical tunes, the music video was shown, and the
crowd went wilder. After all, even if mock-up tunes aren’t your
thing, the fact that the tune was well recognized was enough to
energize any music lover. Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise”, Nirvana’s
“Smells Like Teen Spirit” and Michael Jackson’s “Bad”- to name a
few- were played to the unconventional re-wording of Yankovic’s
lyrics.
what they were: Ever un-credited. They truly are the best cover
band in the past twenty years. They have made the music that has
already been made and re-sold it in a funny fashion under the
quirky shenanigans of Weird Al. If you’ve ever wondered (and it’s
okay if you haven’t) if Weird Al plays his own music, the answer is
no. He just sings and makes up what he sings. It’s the cover band
who is the muse, as infamous as they are.
Yankovic’s performance was high energy just like any other rock
concert. He knew how to emulate top acts in a comical way and the
pay off was what weird Al has always been about: Making people
laugh. At one point he even stepped off stage, with little avail
from security, and ’souled’ his way to the bar to do a tabletop
dance. The audience loved the Al Green-ish gesture, but the
highlight of the night was the encore. Saving the best for the last
like a good rock band should, the final song of the night was a
take on Star Wars. To the tune of Don McClane’s “American Pie” the
Crowed chanted the words…”This here Anakin Guy…” The theme was loud
and clear: Dorks of the world unite!
The set ended with an improvisational medley that seemed well
choreographed and at 9:30, was just in time for bed. Still, the
concert left you wanting more. It wasn’t a Pink Floyd reunion tour
but entertaining non-the-less.
Dan McNeese
Culture Writer