They said I could do anything
If I put my heart into it
But after 17 years in a mariachi metal band
A part of me says “screw it.”
Tag Archives: Music
The Agonies And TheEcstasies Of Being An Extremely Niche Web Celebrity
Nickelback called me
To let me know
They wrote a song
Inspired by my life.
Part of me feels
Honored by their intention,
But I’ll never listen to the song
Which should save me some strife.
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Children’s Music
For those of you who do not know
I have a sparse financial pool,
And so to make some extra bucks
I teach chess at the local school.
Now, names are hard to memorize
So sometimes we play games
To have fun, but mostly to
Help master all the names.
One such game is but a song,
Wherein the person pitched
Is sung to in a pattern
In which some letters get switched:
“Jamie jamie bo bamie,
“Bannana-fanna fo famie,
Me, my, mo mamie,
“Jamie.”
Yes, it is a silly game
But it does its job.
The problem is that you don’t want
To make the children sob
So every single child
Gets their own letter-swapping chorus
To help us learn their names
Before they play chess and ignore us.
In the old days all the Jamies,
Davids, Duncans, Kyles, and Joes
Could sing this song as easily
As “Head, shoulders, knees and toes.”
But now all the La’shamquas,
Chimeras, Flexktons, and Ka’drames
Don’t work as well with this song
(And the Aidan/Caden/Jaydensall sound the same).
Still the worst name ever
That I’ve applied this method too
Was a little boy named Tucker
Who didn’t want to go boo-hoo
So a class of twenty children
Sang “bannana-fanna fo…”
Then sang the next line to the principal
Who then told me I had to go.
So that’s why I am hustling
With my chess board in the park.
Sometimes you end up a hero.
Sometimes Tucker makes you a shark.
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Based On A True Story… Unfortunately
I look at you, you look at me.
You cannot look away.
You wonder if the state I’m in
Is really quite ok.
You probably think I’m crazy.
Maybe you think I’m brave?
Whatever you think I won’t say no
So join me like you clearly crave.
I’m flattered kindly stranger
But join you I cannot
For the state you’re in repels me
And I am very both’red and hot.
I’m sorry I’m repellant
But search your feelings. You know it’s true…
If I can play the piano naked on the sidewalk
Then doubtless, so can you!
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After Writing This I Actually Checked Amazon (Just In Case)
Guitar housemate is playing
Resounding evening chords
That resonate throughout the house
And shake its very boards.
Guitar housemate
Will suffer at a later time
Thanks to my new “grow your own giant roach” kit
And 2-day shipping from Amazon Prime.
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Wealth… Of Experience
I am a man of many skills.
I write music and poetry,
I play more than five instruments
And I’m good at climbing trees.
I can recite from memory
Every episode of M.A.S.H.
One of these days I’ll learn a skill
Conducive to earning cash.
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Bad-Boy Musicians?
I’ve played the trombone
Since I was eight-years-old.
“No one loves trombonists”
I’ve frequently been told.
Despite this I persisted
With an empty heart and bed,
But now I think I’ve had enough.
I’ll play the accordian instead.
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Morning Sax
When I wake up in the morning
And look at your sleeping face
I feel like I’ve got everything,
Just like J.P. Morgan Chase.
I know that you’re still sleeping.
Makes sense, ’cause it’s 5:03,
But I just have to surprise you
With the greatest part of me,
And so I whip out my saxophone
And lick the reed ’til it’s damp
Then it’s you and me at 5:03
And a cover of John Mellencamp.
I gave you morning sax!
Comso says it’s great.
I gave you morning sax
‘Cause funky just can’t wait.
I gave you morning sax!
I’d say that’s pretty fly.
I wanted you to say “Oh God yes!”
But I’ll settle for “Oh God, why?!”
When you wake up in the morning
And see my body lying prone
In a pool of hot red blood
Clutching my saxophone
At first you’re shocked and worried
But you throw some coffee down
And remember last night’s victory
As you drive into town.
And as I lie, still bleeding
From the opening in my head
I dream about tomorrow
When I’ll play Kenny G instead.
I’ll give you morning sax!
It’s better the second time.
I’ll give you morning sax!
I’m sure it will be fine.
I’ll give you morning sax!
Sure, it’s a taxing gig
But I just love that moment
When your eyes get so, so big!
I played for you the morning
Of the day I finally died.
When the doctor shared the news
I like to think you cried.
You told me you lack self-control
Before you are awake
And that any more at 5:04
Was more than you could take.
As you call the undertaker
And they ask if you will hold
I only hope that waiting music
Makes your heart a bit less cold.
Now you’ll hear mourning sax!
It don’t mean a thing.
Enjoy the mourning sax!
All you had to do was sing…
There’s no more morning sax!
Let that sink into your brain
As you take five, my satin doll,
Riding home on the “A” train…
(Fading out)
How long will it take to Bari me?
Tenor so minutes.
A little Charlie Bird told me.
I’m on a Coltrane to Hell.
J-Pop Songs
They could be singing
Of murdering puppies
Or of the great pleasure
Of wringing your neck.
They could even be singing
“Go Panthers go!”
But sing in Japanese
And it’s catchy as heck.
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The Daily Travesty 