Well, I suppose that, yes, these 3-minute performances are music, but only in the most literal sense. What Wesley Willis brought to us all was not the beauty of a Beethoven symphony, but the beauty of a man willing to share with the world the workings of his innermost mind. Such painful honesty can only be described as courageous, and while his works are amusing and sometimes even insightful when heard one at a time, the true value of Wesley's art can be seen when it is viewed as a whole.
The schizophrenic delusions and his battles with those inner demons, his struggles with his weight problem, his deep love for his friends, his personal opinions - all of these are laid out for the listener in the most intimate way. Yes, the repetitive music is terrible, but that very repetition is descriptive of the way a schizophrenic mind functions. Yes, some of his lyrics are unbelievably vulgar, but even that has a beauty in its honesty; the songs are not meant to shock, but to siphon off some of the darker emotions and thoughts brought about by his mental condition. Some of his musical elements are undecipherable, such as his reasoning behind using a corporate slogan as the outro for each of his tunes. But like any true work of art, that paradox is revealing in terms of what thoughts it evokes in the listener. In particular, I marvel at the pervasiveness of advertising in our culture that in his dozens of albums, Wesley never ran out of so many catch phrases, most of which I already knew.
Wesley's music can be fun, and it can be offensive. It is at one appalling and endearing. But above all, remember that his is not necessarily music to be enjoyed, but art to be experienced.