Reporter: We are here live where singer/ songwriter Bobby Conn is leading a protest against The Man with an all- night booty shakedown. Bobby, tell us about this protest party.

Bobby Conn: Pinpricks, glass dicks, gotta find a party. But it's too much fun so you get none/ Can't even get you started/ A golden splash on snow white ass/ Now that's what I call freedom!

Reporter: Umm, yes. But what exactly is wrong with The Man. The United Nations, for instance, what do you have against them?

Bobby Conn: United Nations/ United Nations/ United Nations/ Under the rule of Satan!

Reporter: True. Do you think the public at large understands your cause?

Bobby Conn: Televisions feed you lies/ Market forces alibis/ Every hour the class divide. Oh, and um... The word is out on the street/ Caesar's house is growing weak.

Reporter: You seem to be saying contradictory things there, Mr. Conn.

Bobby: I don't care about anything/ 'Cuz I'm giving up/ And I'm not doing anything/ 'Cuz I'm all washed up.

Reporter. Hmmm, intreresting. So, why then protest at all?

Bobby: I was a joker, now I'm just a prick/ What used to be funny just makes me sick.

Reporter: Let's talk about your new album, Rise Up! This record is really over the place and wacky. You seem to slip into a variety of musical styles, ranging from pop-punk, like "United Nations" to funk like "Axis '67, Pt. 2," to the spoken word jazz on "Passover," to minimalist noise drones. You enlisted the help of a variety of talented musicians, including Gastr Del Sol's Jim O'Rourke to bring musical fruit to your twisted version. And your lyrics.. .Throughout, you can literally hear the sound of your tongue slapping against teeth as you belt our your incendiary rhetoric. You have a variety of obessions, with ranging from your love/hate relationship with Judaism, the faith of your birth, to Jesus, to imagery surrounding pigs. You are at once intensely serious and silly about the language you use. I mean, how should people take this?

Bobby: I don't mean to frighten you but/ Baby, what you gonna do?

Reporter: Well, I don't know, I'm asking you.

Bobby: If you're restless then here's my lullaby/ I'm alone, you're alone, I'm alone. I'll show ya something evil, I'm gonna do you all/ In my satin Speedo.

Reporter: So this is kind of an apocalyptic display of will. The will to be weird and sometimes wonderful all at once. To express one's individuality in a world that denies the very concept.

Bobby: I can't help you baby when the empire falls.

-Samir Khan