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If you’re reading this, you probably already know who he was.
If you didn’t, he was Weird Al’s older, odder cousin. He wrote songs about poisoning pigeons in the park, nuclear war, and the always popular “Masochism Tango.”
Someone recently called him “the Bo Burnham of his day,” and it’s fucking amazing he might’ve lived to read that.
I had no idea he was still kicking. Shame this is how I find out.
I used to listen to my dad’s record collection. I remember loving songs like New Math, National Brotherhood Week, and the song where he sings all the names of the elements on the periodic table.
Ah fuck! Killed by tumblr.