Five bucks says the rolled-up thing in his pocket is the outline to his Bukowski-esque Coming of Age novel set in the rural midwest.
I tried yodeling for a while, but everyone else was doing it and I felt there was no real room for growth or "pushing the envelope," to use a tired phrase. I'm experimenting now with different, more guttural syllables - "booga dugga ugga goo" is a personal favorite - and with varying models of instrumentation. The vuvuzela in particular unlocks some key sonic possibilities in the art of yodeling.
So that's where they got their sense of not caring about how they look!
At last night's VMA awards. It isn't even possible for me to feel anything about him anymore; the media has saturated my brain with him to the point where I can only feel numb when I look at him. But still, THOSE SHOES.