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The Slop Bucket: DJ Sloppy's Guide to a Healthy and Happy Rock-and-Roll Lifestyle

REDEEM THYSELF, SCENESTER BUTT MONKEY

by DJ Sloppy

It's time for a little "edumacation," Sloppy style. In the new millennium, many threats face our fragile--yet still rockin'--democracy. Some see Bushy #2 as the biggest threat to the existence of our musical nation. I can't argue with this one, but I can't dwell on it too much either--I'll either start crying, start breaking shit, or both. You don't want to see Sloppy cry. It's ugly with a capital "G," baby. Of course, breaking shit is fun--as long as it's your shit. Breaking other people's shit is a crime, so don't do it. Although Bushy #2 could bring the whole free world down with him, maybe we should just be thankful that Tipper G. isn't slapping "explicit lyrics" warning stickers on our assholes right now. (Dear Al G., you know I love you, but keep your wife off Sloppy's First Amendment).

Others see Darth Vader as the new American--dare I say "galactic"--threat. If you feel this way, I would recommend hitting yourself in the face, readjusting your dental headgear, curling back up with your Ewok doll, and going back to sleep. If you still feel this way after all that, please see Star Wars Episode VI again--Vader gets the shaft, so there's nothing to worry about until Cheney gets elected. Fear the Wookie in 2008. At least, this occurrence will give Lucas some new material for the next series of movies.

Although Bushy #2, Vader, and the Wookie are all good candidates, Sloppy's here to tell you that the scenester butt monkey is the biggest threat to our rockin' democracy and all of our musical youths (pass the Dutchie, baby!). If I had a scenester butt monkey right now that could speak into a microphone he might sound like this (note that it's hard to get them to speak because they get very focused on staring at their shoes and sniffing their pits):

    "My scenester ass is less smelly than yours because I used to get picked on in high school but now I'm older and realize that I'm smarter than those high school bullies, so I must be just as cool as they were. And just to show how brilliant and cool that I am, I'm gonna snub everyone, especially those people who aren't as cool as I am because now I'm

      a) an adult with clear skin and hair in my pits,
      b) in grad school ('Hey look at me, I'm working on my PhD in who-the-hell-cares and I'm not really making a difference in anyone's life, but I'll be published in five years and I'll have a license to warp young people's minds in our university system because I don't have the skills/personality to do anything else.'),
      c) in a band (DJ Sloppy says your band sucks!),
      d) know Jeff Tweedy ('I said wuzzup, and he recognized my existence'--DJ Sloppy says he recognized your existence because he's not dysfunctional like you, you moron!), or
      e) all of the above."

Get over it! You're still that same socially dysfunctional nerd that you were in high school--I don't care if you hung out with Jeff Tweedy backstage, you moron. Be kind and compassionate to others (You dip shit--don't make me kick your pathetic ass, because I'll get thrown in jail! And Sloppy doesn't do well in jail). Please? What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?

Butt monkeys of the world unite! Redeem thyself. Lose your "loser" tag. Reach out and touch someone in a place that won't get you arrested. The heart, man, I'm talking about the heart! Share your love of music with others. Embrace others with your musical knowledge--don't use it as a vehicle to snub. Be open to the musical preferences of others. Even if it hurts your ears, love it for the fact that it has enabled someone else to make a connection to music, the rhythm of life. So many people don't have any connection to music. And that's just sad.

So go now, misguided scenester butt monkeys, and use your musical powers for good. Put your dental headgear back on and go back to sleep. Dream of musical harmony in the galaxy--Wookies and Ewoks dance happily in the forests of Endor, as Leia caresses your light saber. Sweet dreams, young Jedis.

Photo courtesy of Dan "Puddin' Time" Owens