For a friend’s young son, a retake on a classic. Happy Birthday Rugrat.
Push Me; You Know You Want To
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Whatever the normal routine, we all need a break, especially the least functioning of us. Push Me; You Know You Want To ….wherein I read aloud a small verse, not in a boringly ordinary Anglo accent but in a tongue dubbed “Englishish”, combining all 37 dialects (plus 2 vulgar variants) spoken by the citizens of the entire United Kingdom, as collected and mashed together by amateur linguist, dairy farmer and part time thespian Ole Svannssong for his character Nestor the Nutbagger in the Lake of the Woodsside Community Theatre Company’s adaptation of the Shakespearean homage “Hamlet’s Pants are Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down…”, now playing at said theater in beautiful Moosegut Falls Minnesota until the Ides of March. Push Me; You Know You Want To One writer’s journey into the black hole that is … The Great Forever Unfinished American Novel Push Me; You Know You Want To Giving up the deadly drama of the new, for the convenient comfort of the old. Push Me; You Know You Want To As Frank Zappa might have said, “A real nice place to raise your kids up…” Push Me; You Know You Want To  Once upon a time I wrote and produced music. Oh, I wasn’t all that good at it, but it paid pretty well over a number of years. This particular piece was the first, a test of sorts, a gift to my ex wife. It was our wedding processional, written note by note, humming each to a copyist because I couldn’t play any instrument save the pencil on desktop combination. It’s from a copy of a copy of a copy and better than 25 years old now so the quality is suspect, but I’m proud of it nevertheless; if only because in my wildest dreams I’d never thought myself talented enough to make music. I thank Bruce Bednarchuk, Gary Schulte, John Taddiken and Steve Vecchi, for providing the actual playing of the notes as a favor to me. Push Me; You Know You Want To |
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