Was thinking about this song today. At the time, Bobby Joe Ebola had the polish of The Local Band That Was Too Good To Be A Local Band And They Were Gonna Be Big, even though it was only a couple of guys and most of their songs were silly as fuck. I guess in this case "Be Big" could've meant, like, Dr. Demento big or something. Logan Whitehurst would end up being the local guy who went on to be Dr. Demento big.
Logan passed away a long time ago, now. I remember hearing the news while we were at E3, where it's impossible to process anything and so you just don't. He is still the most-talented musician I've ever known and it's been very hard for me to go back and listen to his stuff since he passed. My grandfather also died during E3. Not the same year, of course. He had seemed like he was beating cancer until he very much wasn't. I remember getting the news, and then taking a shower that morning in the weird flophouse we were renting for our nighttime show and thinking "I should really cry, I mean, this is a big deal." But it didn't happen. It rarely does, and I don't really know why. Feels like it should happen more often, I guess. Now, having kids and all, I get that "on the verge of joyous tears" thing pretty often, but they never quite get there.
The boy's walking around with his little push walker now and it's only a matter of time before he's running around on his own. Watching people slowly, like, turn into people is a really magical thing. I'm really enjoying parenting. As far back as high school, I always felt like I wanted to have kids but was never sure if it would all line up. Now I spend a little time every morning doing an (extremely good) Ernie impression because my daughter wants her doll to talk. Shit is wild.
Anyway, gotta go earn the rest of the Mario no Super Picross RetroAchievements now because one simply must have priorities in life, you understand. The above song about Eazy-E was a classic, though it seemed a lot less corny back in 1997.
