The image that opens the post greets me every time I flip up my laptop, which is frequently.
The Offspring is a very favorite band. Love them to pieces! They are one of the two long time punk bands, Green Day being the other, that has sustained, continued putting out great music, while touring and always being great! Punk bands, almost by definition, rarely last. The Offspring is always witty, smart and the music fabulous. And wonderfully profane. But in the exact right way. When I need a pick-me-up, I usually defer to them for the right tune. They were a big part of my falling in love again with music in the ’90’s after the wretched 80’s.
Why tie them to a bridal show experience? Read on…
By now you have seen the Ohio is For Lovers experience I had on February 14, 2026. Let me tell you a separate story. As per usual, I make friends easily. I did just that with the DJ spinning the tunes and announcing the fashion show. I asked if I could select my own walk music. I offered this beautiful selection (remember I am at an LGBT dominant show, in a time in the world when this community is being marginalized, this was literally the perfect song for time and place). My peers are walking their walks; I am sixth of eight. As the woman ahead of me walks out, I lean toward the woman next to me who was helping out and tell her, “This may take a while”. The song begins, I light up and milk every second of the walk. I was walking around the event well before the walk in my dress and was told by many how great the pockets were. So my initial walk around the floor had me with my hands in the pockets, just beaming. My smile was luminous, if I should say so myself.
As I get to the point of the walk where I pose and look straight into the camera (photos and video) the chorus of the song plays and as if I choreographed it, I lip sync “Shit is fucked up!”. I played to my audience and got great feedback from folks afterward on that. It was indeed special. That. The dress. The MUA, the hair artist, Sherry, Paige and her Mom, many, many of the people there that threw love at me time and again, on and on. I could bore you to tears with story after story…
Some more pre-walk pics!
Ohio is For Lovers, Love One Another!
Doesn’t mean shit isn’t fucked up though…
Now I don't know when and it's hard to explain
But it seems like things are just kind of insane
Because the world is crying, but nobody is listening
So please leave a message on my cell phone
I see bullets getting better, biblical weather
And the guy on TV is like a total asshole
Who are you wearing tonight?
Celebrity fundraiser tight
Black ties making wrongs right
How's your social band-aid?
I don't know much, I don't know too much
But I know this: shit is fucked up!
I guess it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
I'm telling you, shit is fucked up
(Nah nah nah...)
You know it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
Now thank God for the media
For saving the day
Putting it all into perspective in a responsible way
With more celebrity news
Typical bullshit and views
I think we're losing this fight
Sponsored by Bud Light
And now we're rocking the casbah
And taking the flag
The genie's out of the bottle
And we can't put it back (put it back!)
All this stuff
It's overwhelming my brain
Can't you see the storm coming
It's coming this way
I don't know much, I don't know too much
But I know this: shit is fucked up!
I guess it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
I'm telling you, shit is fucked up
(Nah nah nah...)
You know it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
They justify the means!
Shopping Sprees, RPG's, ecstasy, atrophy
Genocide, Pimp my ride, politize, euphemize
Injustice everywhere, apathy, I don't care
Hurricanes, climate change, Huh!
Therapy, I won't tell, rehab and LOL
Worldwide calamity, TV Reality
Euthanize, supersize, death squads and boob jobs
VIP infamy, Gratify instantly
I don't know much, I don't know too much
I don't know much, I don't know too much
I guess it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
I'm telling you, shit is fucked up
You know it's all about the dream
(Nah nah nah...)
The ends justify the means
(Nah nah nah...)
The means!
The means!
Songwriters: Bryan Holland
