A Song and a Dream
Last night, Plottie took his newest song to writer's group. He KNEW they would love this one, because it's perfect. Wrongie Dongie.
It points out the bane of every songwriter Plotnik knows, and maybe every other writer too: the ones you love the most, nobody likes, and the the ones you hate, everybody loves. Why IS that?
It must have something to do with process -- nobody really cares about all your craft and the way you folded that rhyme around that piece of melody, what they care about is do they get it and do they love it?
In writing, as in life, it's about economy. Keep the melody simple. Keep the lyric flowing. And never write your chorus last. Plotnik knows these rules. Hell, he teaches them. Doesn't mean he has to listen to himself, does it?
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Meanwhile, in the middle of the night The Great Plotnik had his first panic dream of the election season. In the dream, McCain and Palin know the voting machines are rigged and that the election results are already tabulated, with the Republicans eking out another victory. Everybody blames it on race, but it's really yet another Republican fix.
That's the part of the dream that shakes Plotnik's limbs after he wakes up. Americans will be perfectly willing to believe racial issues are the cause of Obama's defeat, when the truth is race has little do do with it. What it is is another coup d'etat by the powers that be. Race is the perfect cover for them. They did it in 2000, maybe or maybe not in 2004 and now it's 2008. They've perfected their technology.
Man, this dream really shook Plotnik up.
In the dream, after the announcement of the impossible Republican victory, there is civil insurrection in every large city of America. Bush brings home thousands of troops from Iraq to protect him and his family.
For everyone who is deciding not to vote or to vote for a third party candidate as a protest, or for whatever reason, bear this dream in mind. Every vote we don't register means one less they have to bother changing. If you truly don't care, cool. But if you do, at least think about it. Republican dirty tricks are not fantasy.
Dream or no dream, Plotnik promises that if this happens, he will be marching in the middle of the insurrection, carrying the tallest banner. At least, he'll finally get out of bed to do something.
posted by DAK @ 9:52 AM
4 Comments:
"Wrongie dongie"??? If the song had lyrics like that in it, how could have possibly failed? Did you try showing some cleavage? That seems to make a lot of difference these days.
Those kinds of dreams are not good. Stop it.
I had a dream the other day that I was late for my linear algebra midterm, which was at 9. It woke me up, and I figured it would be around 5 AM (which is normally what happens to me), but it was 8:51. oops. Living about 20 minutes from UCLA (30-40 by bus), it was quite a haul to get there at 9:25. I still did about class average, so I wonder what I could have done if I'd been on time!
Here's hoping that your dream isn't going to become a reality!
Jeez, Cuz Seattle, everybody has the 'late for an exam' dream except you really were late! In the dream, you usually can't find your pants or your shoes and can't remember where the classroom was. Right?
I know, the idea that Obama might lose (no matter HOW) is frightening.
I'm going to email you about your song from last night ~ a la mode.
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