Here we revisit a dark chapter from Alvin’s saga. His addiction to pot had grown so overwhelming that he and his band couldn’t get gigs anywhere. And yet he kept performing on stage stoned off his ass. Even at this telethon–a job The Chipmunks were “lucky” to get according to their manager/father figure/reluctant bail-payer Dave–Alvin couldn’t fucking help himself. Just look at his fucking eyes. This ‘munk is so high he doesn’t even know where he is. There’s a reason the Chipmunks had to resort to lip-syncing by this stage in their careers. Uttery pathetic.
Now, I’m not judging Alvin for doing pot. I’m judging Alvin for judging others for doing pot. You see, years later, in an effort to rehabilitate his image, Alvin and the Chipmunks agreed to be in an extended PSA TV special. You know the one. Cartoon All-Stars to The Rescue, even though they don’t actually “rescue” anyone in it, but I digress. Even then it is widely reported that Michelangelo and Alvin would share a joint backstage between takes. Alvin’s just the worst.
Be good people, y’all!