Alien Bloodlines or Celebrity Mythology? The MGK Enigma Deepens

When he said, “I don’t know if my age exists,” the silence that followed felt charged with possibilities—of eras erased, of boundaries unmoored. MGK, once Machine Gun Kelly and now the cosmic provocateur Colson Baker, sat before Andy Cohen on Watch What Happens Live, dropping lines that shimmered with half-laughs and half-wonders. He spoke of rapid healing skin, a blank history, and a question that felt like a dare: Who’s my dad?

Then came the most disquieting turn: he asked his mother if she ever disappeared—”off this Earth”—and whether she’d met a “tall, slender creature.” She answered, softly: she felt like she’d been abducted. And just like that, the everyday stage of celebrity confession twisted into something conspiratorial, intimate, and quietly shivery.

“The Cosmic Joke We’re Still Laughing At”

Is he simply riffing on fame’s absurdities, or pointing to something else entirely? MGK’s Concert for Aliens—a tongue-in-cheek anthem complete with spaceship crowds and animated otherworldly mayhem—felt like performance. Yet now, the lines blur: if he sings of aliens, then gestures at alien ancestry, is it parody… or primal truth cloaked in satire?

“When Absurdity Anchors the Strange”

What do we do when a star toys with the uncanny? Fans laugh, doubt, retweet. Yet even as he says he “shouldn’t have come on a talk show,” there’s a weight behind the quip—an echo of questions many of us whisper when we examine our own oddities, our lost memories, our origins. How far can one push a facade before it fractures?

He started in the glare of paparazzi, ended in a softer, quieter realm—of missing years, of extraterrestrial jokes that sting too precisely. Is the real audience that strange theory… or the self who quietly wonders if age, identity, even parentage, are only human myths?