My mom told me a story about the mid-eighties, when Al was just getting big. I guess she spotted him at a club with a bodyguard, and asked to dance with him, you know, to have a story for her son (i.e. me.). He gave her a "No!" with an incredibly venomous tone.
And that's why I wasn't allowed to listen to Weird Al until I moved out. Didn't matter really, didn't like him much when I did get to listen to him.
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