It might be no surprise that a musician would write a good children’s book, especially a musician th. So when I heard that Weird Al Yankovic had done so, it resonated like the most logical thing a singer who’s hits include “Eat it”, “Amish Paradise” and “Like a Surgeon” could do. Besides, he’s the father of a ten year-old girl, he’s iconically goofy, and he’s family-friendly.
When I Grow Up is about eight year-old Billy and his show-and-tell presentation of all the wacky careers he’s dreamed up for his future.
Here’s an interview with Yankovic from amazon.com:
Q: Did you know what you wanted to be when you were Billy’s age?
Yankovic: When I was eight? I think chronologically that was sometime after I wanted to design miniature golf courses but before I wanted to be a writer for MAD magazine. I’ll guess that was about the time when I wanted to be a fireworks-maker. Thankfully I didn’t blow any fingers off.
Q: What is the weirdest job you’ve ever had?
Yankovic: I was an accordion repo man. During my summer breaks from college, I had a job giving accordion lessons to kids at a local music school. The kids usually didn’t own their own accordions, so we had to lend the instruments out . . . for as long as they were still taking lessons. If they ever stopped taking lessons and didn’t return the instrument, it was a job for . . . Accordion Repo Man!
Actually, it wasn’t all that difficult—usually they were more than happy to hand the accordions back.
Q: Kids talk about being “grown up” a lot. Heck, we all do. What does it mean to be “grown up”?
Yankovic: I think it somehow involves the ability to grow hair in disgusting places.
Being “grown up” obviously means different things to different people. To most folks, I assume the definition has something to do with the added responsibilities of adulthood and the ability to make more important decisions about one’s own life. Growing up is an important transition, and hopefully a very positive one—although, strangely, whenever somebody told me to “Grow up!” as a kid, it was rarely meant as loving, constructive advice.
Of course, if you define “growing up” as having to jettison every last shred of one’s childlike wonder of the world . . . well, then I hope I never grow up.
Q: At one point Billy ponders becoming an “artist who sculpts out of chocolate mousse.” That sounds scrumptious . . . and hard! If you could sculpt something out of mousse, what would you create?
Yankovic: Well, of course, I’d make the mousse into a moose! What else? I mean, I hate to be obvious, but I just can’t resist homonyms…
Q: Do you have any advice for kids who are already thinking about what to be when they “grow up”?
Yankovic: Hey, it’s a terrific thing to think about. By all means, explore your options. Find your passions in life. And always remember: It’s never too late to change your mind.
