Last night I had the strangest dream

Last night I had the strangest dream. I walked into our new kitchen and was confronted by a scary clown. He seemed to be singing a song, although the words appeared to be a jumble "we will never die alone /juggalos will carry on/ swing our hatchets if we must/each an every 1 of us". Then I realized I was awake - and that this scary clown - well he really was in my kitchen.

I remember back in the 80's, especially in the mid to late 80s, guy-liner and big hair was all the rage with the Hair Metal Band followers. (Poision, Motley Crue, Whitesnake, Winger, Ratt..and the list goes on and on). I think my parents were blessed to only have two daughters (one who could not give a damn about makeup) during that time - because I am sure that my father would have laid a smackdown on my two older brothers had they shown up at home wearing a boatload of hairspray, spandex (get the image OUT of my brain of my brothers in spandex Lord - please??) and guy-liner.

In the 90's the bands in the metal genre took more of a turn towards integrating Rap into their music. And one band, in particular, captured the youth metal/rap culture with a penchant for Faygo, guy-liner and face paint - creating a new genre called "Dark Carnival" and styling their music in what is often termed as Acid Rap or horrorcore. They were (and are now) known as Insane Clown Posse.

While they technically haven't churned out a new album in about 5 years (I think), and their stuff is dark dark dark (and at times ugly), there are some morality messages in there (about murder, cannabalism and the like - yeah, I said the stuff was dark). Oh, and most of their messages also include what a heck-hole Detroit is - but that is a post for another day.

The Cadet has long been a fan of ICP. He considers himself a Juggalo (a male follower of the band) - which kind of makes me laugh as it is an absurdity to his other teenage "personas" - you know "Science Geek, Church Acolyte and Darling of St. Mark's Parish, Cadet, 9-time Varsity Letter Holder Athlete, Theatre Kid".

All I ask of him in this Juggalo Crap is that I don't have to listen to it's ear-bleeding noise (although I have managed to make it through a few songs just to "understand" the band better), and that he doesn't listen to it when his brother is around. (I sincerely don't need a 5 year old talking about his MF Homies!)

I have always encouraged the cadet to explore the world around him. But seeing how he came home last night from a local graduation party, a scary looking young man (well, perhaps not too scary as the King thought he looked HILARIOUS) perhaps I ought to rethink that? Nah. It is just the "wonder" of being a mom to an uncommon teenager boy.