Music

They only leave a ten percent tip!

What is this song all about? Can’t figure any lyrics out.

Some thoughts on Kanye’s latest desperate publicity stunt from a disillusioned ex-superfan who is officially over Kanye and his nonsense.

Unlike Donald Trump, Insane Clown Posse cares enough about their followers to not expose them to COVID-19 unnecessarily, unlike a certain current President of the United States

He's an upwardly mobile dude! 

The all-star sing-along to “Eat It” spoofing Gal Gadot’s “Imagine” represents “Weird Al” Yankovic’s latest satirical assault on rock’s pretension and pomposity.

Prince finally seems to be bigger and more popular than his greatest rival, Michael Jackson, but the circumstances are nothing short of tragic.

If you’d like to read BOTH of my 2020 literary masterpieces, The Weird Accordion to Al and Postal, I am prepared to make you such a deal!

They're an inter-galactic disgrace! 

Watch out for that—tree! 

Al gets meta and deconstructionist on this epic, almost eleven minute long parody of R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet”

It took me a solid week of furious effort and three viewings of Weird: The Al Yankovic Story, but I have written what I think is the definitive 5000 word manifesto about the Citizen Kane of “Weird Al” Yankovic-themed parody biopics.

“Weird Al” Yankovic stars in another movie debuting on streaming this month and it is VERY weird but in a decidedly different way than Weird: The Al Yankovic Story.

With Al’s second film as a screenwriter on the way I figured it was the ideal time to rerun my 5000 word appreciation of UHF.

The hardcover, full-color version of The Weird A-Coloring to Al is out and, at the risk of being immodest, is literally the greatest book ever written.

You don’t have to be the world’s most prolific author of books about “Weird Al” Yankovic to be excited about his forthcoming "Weird Al" brings The Unfortunate Return of the Ridiculously Self-Indulgent, Ill-Advised Vanity Tour but it certainly doesn’t hurt!

There is a lost generation of kids without a new “Weird Al” Yankovic album to call their own. Are they beyond help?

Here’s a hint: it has NOTHING to do with not being good enough and everything to do with the Rock Hall taking itself way too seriously.

What is this song all about? Can’t figure any lyrics out.

If you want to experience The Weird Accordion to Al, but do not know how to read, or don’t want to, boy are you in luck!

Some memories are a little stranger and more unlikely than others.

I’m going back to the Gathering for the EIGTH time but I need your help to make the experience as fresh as possible!

If you’re trying to figure out why Trump’s cult is so intense and devoted, it makes sense to look into the very nature of fandom.

In which your humble Juggalo blogger opens a Detroit-sized can of Whoop Whoop-Ass on a stale-ass Atlantic article disrespecting my family.

My patron-funded trek through the entirety of the cult animated classic Batman Beyond continues with two episodes dominated by tragic and unexpectedly complicated villains.

Unlike Donald Trump, Insane Clown Posse cares enough about their followers to not expose them to COVID-19 unnecessarily, unlike a certain current President of the United States

I went to Los Angeles for Juggalo Days and to promote The Weird Accordion to Al. This is what went down in Clown Town, CA.

For one enchanted afternoon, and one enchanted afternoon only, you can experience A Weird and Insane Afternoon with Nathan Rabin at 3:30 PM at Dynasty Typewriter, this Saturday, right before the second night of Juggalo Days in Los Angeles!

The joyously child-like, proudly juvenile annual Gathering of the Juggalos infomercial epitomizes the American institution’s infectiously inclusive spirit.

This year I will be taking a chance and covering the 20th Gathering of the Juggalos for you beautiful people and this site. Unless, of course, someone else wants me to cover it for them.

I met and greeted Shaggy 2 Dope. It was pretty great.

A look back at the central role Mountain Dew has played in my life as I reluctantly forsake it for the much healthier, if markedly less fun Perrier.

I’m not sure I’m even qualified to write a Facebook post about my mother’s death, as I wasn’t anybody important to her, really. I was just her son. 

Ju-Live kicks off with an exploration of the Cronenergian horrors of Paw Patrol Live

One of the many weird things about writing multiple books about Insane Clown Posse is the possibility that your now-three-year-old son will someday read them. 

So it looks like I will NOT be attended this year's Juggalo Weekend in Vegas, which caused me to reflect on shows and experiences I've savored, and the ones that have gotten away. 

An unexpected question inspires some unexpected reflection on self-care and the mind/body split. 

For the most part, this year sucked, but that's no reason to despair!