the mother of all posts about mother videos (not really)

Danzig “Mother”

I still have no idea what this is about and the video only confuses the issue.

Glenn Danzig has always been a fascinating character, but here we are supposed to believe that besides being seriously into body building and creative uses for neck hair, he’s also a voodoo practitioner? And this has to do with someone’s hot mom because of why?

Fountains of Wayne “Stacy’s Mom”

I have a very good idea what this is about and when you watch the video now some 8 years after it was released it’s impressive that i dont remember any public outcry as to how suggestive the images and concepts are swirling around two tweens.

hats off to rachel hunter who had no problem in the role of the scantily clad milf, and kudos to FOW for not only putting out the best Cars tune since “Drive” but for putting out one of the best pop singles of the Aughts.

little known fact: stacy’s mom was grammy nominated for best pop song by a duo and group. it lost to No Doubt’s dancehall infused “Underneath it All” sung by another mom who has it going on.

Pink Floyd “Mother”

in high school id listen to this album over and over. focusing on only a handful of songs, this one was one of those favorites.

not only was it the first time in the rock opera where we hear the protagonist discuss building a wall, but we start to see how complex his troubles are, beginning with, ironically, his co-dependent relationship with his mother which will lead to his poisonous relationships with women later (“dirty women” “one of my turns”).

it made me happy that my relationship with my mom (pictured, below) was nothing like that.

if anything it was closer to like Kanye West’s “Hey Mama”

(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I’m so proud of you
Let me tell you what I’m about to do, (Hey Mama)
I know I act a fool but, I promise you I’m goin back to school
I appreciate what you allowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)

[Verse 1]
I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine and I’m finna let it shine
I’m finna take yall back to them better times
I’m finna talk about my mama if yall don’t mind
I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi
Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
And you would give anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn’t give me a curl
And you never put no man over me
And I love you for that mommy cant you see?
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry
As we knelt on the kitchen floor
I said mommy Imma love you till you don’t hurt no more
And when I’m older, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn’t afford
See you’re unbreakable, unmistakable
Highly capable, lady that’s makin loot
A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do
Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)

Tell your job you gotta fake em out
Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
To a restaurant, upper echelon
Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want
Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?
Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
It don’t gotta be Mother’s Day, or your birthday
For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)

Happy Mother’s day to my mom, your mom, and all the moms who put up with all our nuttiness.