A Boy Named Barbara is a San Francisco based DJ and Producer. He is here to deprogram you of normal. To remind you of what makes you special. And to help you find your own bright metallic gold boots.

I was born and raised in the Midwest, in a tiny postcard town where “normal” reigned supreme.

When I was a boy, I'd run into my Grandma Barbara's house and put on her metallic gold high heels. I'd crank up the volume and pretend that I was playing music for a massive crowd of happy faces.

My parents eventually sat me down and kindly explained to me that boys are not supposed to wear high heels. From then on, I never touched those gold shoes again.

I changed my voice to sound normal. Changed my signature, my clothes, my music, my friends. Everything. After college, I got a good job, married a beautiful woman, and bought a lake-side house. Normal life complete.

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Three decades after that conversation with my parents, that boy came back. Or rather, out. I quit my normal job, my normal routine, my normal life. I quit normal. Once again, I will be strapping on those bright gold shoes—this time to play for a crowd of real people. Just like that boy from thirty years ago dreamt of doing. A Boy Named Barbara.

Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself. Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself.  Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself. Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself. Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself. Normal f*cking sucks. Normal cares too much. Normal is safe. Normal doesn’t make mistakes. Normal is a dial tone. Normal doesn’t embrace life. Normal is boring. Normal is expected. Normal is unnatural. Normal follows. Normal is a dime a dozen. Normal needs a reason. Normal doesn’t question the answers. Normal never lived life to the fullest. Normal has no balls. Normal doubts itself.

Normal doesn’t shine.