The bus came alive yesterday afternoon with the appearance of my favorite entertainer: MC Mumbles.
You know MC Mumbles, don’t you? He’s the guy on public transportation, the man mysteriously rapping into his cell phone, complete with hand gestures and appropriate facial tics and lip movements.
He is gloriously, even recklessly engrossed in the storyline currently running through his mind.
For that, I applaud him.
You know, most public-transportation lip-synchers are wearing headphones, singing/rapping to music others have created, somehow immersing themselves in the belief that not only do they have similar skills to the ones they are listening to but that others are as enamored of their abilities as they are, perhaps even thinking "you know? That guy sounds just like...".
I leave it to you to fill in the blank.
But, see, that’s where MC Mumbles has risen head and shoulders above the fray: he don’t need no steenkin’ recorded music. All this guy needs is an audience, something to use as a microphone, and those dulcet mumbling tones of his…
I like to imagine MC Mumbles and his crew, the Watchoo Lookinats, rolling across the U.S., enlightening the masses without actually acknowledging them, sullenly a-slouch in as many seats as possible.
It's a new twist on an old need.
You get out and around, right? Do me a favor. If you see MC Mumbles, tell him “hey” for me.
Tell him I was at his Minneapolis show.
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