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True story: A major highlight of my showbiz career was opening for “Weird Al” Yankovic. (Yes, I said “highlight.”) This was during the “Ricky” rise-to-stardom era. When Al returned the next year, on the strength of “Eat It,” my little sketch-comedy troupe was not included on the bill, but I did get a free pass from management. Swell folks. So I watched the show from the front row, a few feet from a perky young blonde who seemed as into the show as I was. We shared a few “Isn’t this excellent?!” looks. Weird Al fans are an enthusiastic bunch, but this gal stood apart from the crowd because she looked more like the type to cheer Axl or David Lee rather than a goofy parodist. After the show, I went backstage to give my respects. As I was walking from the dressing rooms, the gal from the front row appeared. Seeing me, she stopped and became all giggly. “Did they call you ‘Weird’ in high school?” she asked. I pondered a moment, then said, “Yes. Yes, they did.” Which was certainly true. “Great show,” she replied with a smile. “Thanks,” I said, and politely walked away. For the record, Mr. Yankovic and I look nothing alike. But the moral of the story is…well, I guess it’s that I’m an idiot. But another moral is that the Weirdster has been delighting fans for years. It’s OK to laugh at music, especially these days. Party like a surgeon when Yankovic performs at 8 p.m. Friday, July 9, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $40. (202) 397-7328. (Dave Nuttycombe)