Post-Gig Letdown

Five Petrikov groupies (or. in mental health parlance, masochists) attended last night's cabaret: the T-man and his wife; my next-door neighbors; and the lyricist of a Song About Coffee. A good time was had by roughly 16.67% of us.

The over-caffeinated lyricist told me afterwards that I'd be suffering what she called post-gig letdown today, but it hasn't come to pass. Instead, I've been mulling two (count 'em: two) ideas for a parody of Dusty Springfield's You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, which one of the other performers was singing last night. I don't usually blog snippets, but here are two:

You don't have to say I'm lovely,
Just because it's true.
You don't have to call me clever—
Like I never knew!
Forgive me—forgive me—
I can't help my brilliance.
So forgive me,
If Greatness gets you down.

or

You don't have to say you love me
More than twice an hour.
You don't have to be submissive—
Just be in my power.
Excuse me, excuse me—
I can't help my hang-ups;
So be docile,
While Daddy ties you down.

Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Carrying through on these is going to have to await my actually learning the original song, which has yet to infiltrate the Petrikov memory. The original is so utterly drippy, that it defies passive memorization. The harm that rock-and/or-roll has done to the musical taste of this nation is impossible to assess.

Addendum: I just heard that my hypnotherapist showed up, too. Never laid eyes on her. So make that 14.28%.