Chicago, IL – The Chicago renaissance toddler Bub has decided to channel his creative energy into the music forum by “re-imagining” Real Life’s 1983 classic Send Me an Angel.
“With all due respect to the original, this is not a remake,” Bub said. “From the title on down, this is a totally new concept, a little less mundane.”
Bub’s single, titled “Send Me an Angle,” tells the story of a very popular triangle who loses everything in a freak dinner bell accident. Reduced to being simply a right angle, the triangle is forced to lie in disrepair and ruminate on the true meaning of his geometric relevance.
“What if a right angle was wrong?” Bub asked. “That was the creative genesis to the piece. It’s a lot like The Wall. Only shorter.”
Bub was kind enough to share the first verse with us:
Bub honing his craft as an infant
Do you believe in isosceles? Do you believe scalene? Pythagoras lied, two of my vertices died, I have no hypotenuse. Send me an angle, send me an angle right now.
Asked if he had any qualms about remaking someone else’s work, Bub said:
“Does UNESCO have any qualms about reconstructing world heritage sites? Real Life essentially provided the cream filling, but I always felt they lacked the yellow spongecake goodness to make the song a true Twinkie.”
We asked Bub’s father, Daddy, what he thought of his son’s most recent endeavor.
“I think it’s like painting over a Michelangelo or re-writing a Stine book,” he said. “You can’t just mess with art like that.”
You mean Steinbeck?
“R.L. Stine, yo,” he said. “What the fuck is a Steinbeck?”
Real Life had no comment on the remake, but were sure to mention that they are available to fulfill any birthday, wedding or bar mitzvah needs you might have.
About the Writer
MVB once rocked the Casbah for over two hours until it fell asleep. He knows exactly who let the dogs out, but plays coy when asked. He’s single-handedly trying to re-introduce the verb beget into the everyday lexicon. A self-described “man of extremes,” he peaked in 1987, before turning his back on popularity, a decision that begat skateboarding and petty theft. He’s never been arrested, but he keeps hope alive. He likes gummy bears and long shadows and being right. He traveled to Easter Island on Christmas out of sheer irony. He excises a hefty syntax, and shamelessly promotes the color orange. His beautiful wife wins all the bread—he merely butters it. They begat a small child who he makes fun of mercilessly at http://manversusbaby.blogspot.
