February 12, 2005
Mama, What's a Mashee?
Mashees. . . downtown Asheville is full of them. Here's a place to meet some of our finest. Be sure to check this out for sheer weirdness. (warning: video, immediate noise)
disclaimer: Not a self link; I don't know exactly who puts this site together offhand but I am pretty sure I've gotten drunk with them a couple times.
I found some local mp3s while I was doing this that y'all might like. Sons of Ralph and County Farm. These guys are friends of mine.
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While I do not find everything in the world to be funny, I can pretty much always tell how something is trying to be funny or is being perceived as funny by someone else. Here, I have no idea what is going on. I believe that this is supposed to be funny. I am not concerned that I do not think it is funny. I am concerned that I do not understand how it is supposed to be funny. Help?
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Bernockle - I generally think the very same way. I do however, make exceptions for the things that cannot be understood - the guy who walks down the street, talking to himself and laughing, for instance. That most likely cannot be understood by anyone else but him. This link is the equivalent of that guy. Keep your head down, and walk quickly past.
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Le mashee kweshun. WTF?
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Well, like the guy says (in the Mashee Disclaimer), "This is America, M-E-R-I-K-A, and I can make fun of anything." Also, I believe "Mashee Kweshun" is short for "May I ask you a question?" I hope this clears everything up.
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Yeah. . . I think it may be too local after all. I will note that the guy on the disclaimer is a local street person called Tennessee and he talks in that voice, in rants like that, all the time. Still, give it points for sheer strangeness -
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We got loads of Mashee Kweshun action in Vancouver. I can pretty much deflect it with body language lately, but I have three levels of reponse in direct relation to Mashee aggression; Q. "Mashee?" A. "Nope." " Q. "Hey lady, Mashee Kweshun?" A. "Not going to happen." Q. "Hey! Mashee...hey, c'mon, gimme some change!" A. "Get the fuck out of my face." If I've run the guantlet that is Robson Street a few times already that day, and people are taking a second or even third run at me, the answer is "get the fuck out of my face" to all. I think the getting it factor for this post is how much spare change harrassment you experience on a daily basis.
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Huh. I haven't been to Asheville for a few months, but I must admit I've never really noticed them. Now in Greenville, I get hit up for money almost daily, but that's just from garden-variety bums/friends/ex-es...