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Whoa! Who stuck the acid in my Pepsi? 
26th-Aug-2002 12:32 am
Welcome fanboi82 to the evergrowing readership of this poor journal. Based on today's entries, everyone needs to chip in to help him buy a new razor:)

Past that, let's see...drinking more of the nasty Budweiser I get for closing at Big Papa's every night. Do the people I work with have no taste buds? And why am I complaining about free beer?

The fun of my day was the sudden flashbacks to to the time in my life known as summer camp. For those who know me IRL, most of you know that my first sexual experiance was at Boy Scout camp, as well as knowing that I originally started the "coming out" process at Teen Institute's week long state extravaganza at Kenyon College. However, what set off the flashbacks today was singing most of the Latin songs I know for no apparent reason. Wel, that got me thinking about some incriminating video from Ashland University in 1991ish. (I think it was '91, it might have been '92. Either way, it was a long time ago.) Well, they hosted a Governor's Summer Institute on Creativity. My section, divided into three groups, was on musical theatre.
Our group, led by three people from NY, NY, and Ashland's Choir director ended up writing this really f**ked up musical about Owen, a writer in the early '90's with writer's block. He was sitting in a bar, watching the people around him. He ended up fixating on this girl, and started fantasizing about her as a moll in the 1930's. So the musical kept switching between 1991 and 1936. Kind of like City of Angels, only with more humor and less sex. So we all ended up writing songs, and collaborated on a script. I can't remember my character's name off the top of my head, but I was basically an asshole in the '90's and a Goomba in the '30's. I got to shoot someone and date the resident Madame. So, Now I'm thinking about re-writing some of it in short story format just for the hell of it. I doubt I could get in much copywrite trouble, since I did help write the damn thing in the first place.

But, anyway, since I've had the damn thing in my head, and I found the sheet music for the finale in one of my old notebooks before work...Lyrics for my first song. I'll be damned if I can remember the other two collaborators names on it, other than Elaine Kesebrack from Hillsborough Ohio...

The Gangster Trio

Intro: walking bass line in D minor, I believe.

Tony Carmazzi (played by moi. Wow I did remember!):

Do you recognize my face?
This nice Italian Nose
'Cause I have got a rap sheet
that every G-man knows
I'm the top Lieutenant
In this little town
Me and Vinnie Pavianni gonna take this city down...


(can't remember the first two lines)
Our price is small and our hearts are really big
But if you decide that you won't pay, a really big mistake,
I know a photo man and your wife is gonna know...

Vinnie Pavianni-

This city is my oyster, I like to make things hurt,
And lie and steal and run around amok
But then one day my precious, that Dame with lots of Gall
She dared to defy me and fall for that lousy gumshoe
And now I'm hear to get her back, before she can squeal,
And that stupid Owen Reece will be taking a bath.....In concrete!...

We're just three gangsters and we ain't no good
Breaking kneecaps like you knew that we would
Protection Prostitution Bootleggin' and dice
Just one look and it's no surprise
Be careful what you say about us bein' around
Because we have the power to rub you all out!

OMFG...I still remember the blocking for that number after a decade. Anyway, on the off chance anyone should ever read this who was there (needle, haystack, quantum universe theory), please comment and tell me I'm not the only insane being who remembers that.

And before I sign off, another of the more popular ditties from that camp...

(sung to the tune of "If you're happy and you know it"

I'm poetically inclined, yes I am,
I'm poetically inclined, yes I am,
I'm poetically inclined, I'm poetically inclined,
If I weren't I'd be a can of Spam!

Anyway...If anyone is still left after that...Have a good whatever when you get through reading this.

26th-Aug-2002 05:55 am (UTC)
Oh my. That was... something. Not bad for 10 years ago, though. I think you should rewrite it as a story abotu the Gay Mafia...

Y'know... If you cross them, they break the legs on your coffee table.
26th-Aug-2002 10:49 am (UTC) - Re:

Now that's creative. And it would give the term "Private Dic" new meaning.
26th-Aug-2002 11:01 am (UTC) - Re:
It would... Private Dick and his Boy Friday.

And this weekend--Boy Saturday and Boy Sunday!
26th-Aug-2002 11:46 am (UTC) - Re:
Add John Boy and we have an episode of The Waltons...
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