Any Publicity . . .
Attention to my stuff—as in stuff and nonsense!—comes from an unlikely direction: a cosmetic surgery site has linked to my parody of Miss Sallie Parker's parody of You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby. I get the feeling, though, that the site found me and posted a link to me entirely by automation, and that the link does not represent actual attention by some human.
Ron, my DAMP (director-arranger-manager-pianist), once suggested that I perform at medical conventions to get exposure, but I hadn't taken the suggestion very seriously. Perhaps I was wrong. Lord knows, doctors are as much in need of a little kidding around as anyone.
And, now that I think of it, I've got a few "medical" songs in the hopper: The Melancholy Glute (song no. 6 here); Let's Not Do It, and Say We Did (in execrable taste, but still) and Male Chauvinist Pygmalion (songs nos. 1 and 5 here); and a parody of Tiptoe Through the Tulips (song no. 23 here). That much material ought to be good for a ten-minute appearance: enter stage left, exit stage right, and it's all over before I've had time to wet my pants in terror.
Ron, my DAMP (director-arranger-manager-pianist), once suggested that I perform at medical conventions to get exposure, but I hadn't taken the suggestion very seriously. Perhaps I was wrong. Lord knows, doctors are as much in need of a little kidding around as anyone.
And, now that I think of it, I've got a few "medical" songs in the hopper: The Melancholy Glute (song no. 6 here); Let's Not Do It, and Say We Did (in execrable taste, but still) and Male Chauvinist Pygmalion (songs nos. 1 and 5 here); and a parody of Tiptoe Through the Tulips (song no. 23 here). That much material ought to be good for a ten-minute appearance: enter stage left, exit stage right, and it's all over before I've had time to wet my pants in terror.
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