synchronized swimming
Yesterday, I went to see Stephen at a fundraiser for the San Francisco Tsunami, the gay synchronized swimming team. (The term “gay synchronized swimming” might be kinda redundant, I realize.) One of the swim routines consisted of a medley of “Going Back to Cali” by LL Cool J, with “California Love” by 2Pac and Dr. Dre.
I would like to think that artists get royalties each time a song gets played, and somewhere in a music studio somewhere in the hills of Southern California, someone - most likely an English butler, because my imagination is kinda vivid like that - had just delivered Dr. Dre an envelope with a check sealed inside. Dr. Dre would inquire as to who was the latest person who played his song, and the butler would squint at the envelope, adjusting his monocle, before answering, “why, it looks like a ‘San Francisco Tsunami,’ sir. It appears to be a gay swim team.” And then Dr. Dre would nod before going back to producing his music or drinking his 40 or smacking his bitches or whatever.
This is what goes on in my head, I swear to God.
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