Bari Improv

I love this moment in the movie when August Rush discovers music for the first time. He plucks the string of a borrowed guitar and what issues forth is magical. Watching him in this scene is like watching someone wake up from the inside.



The song Bari Improv is actually performed by guitarist Kaki King, whose hands are also filmed in this sequence.

How many times have you watched a movie, read a book, heard a song or if you're blessed with the talent  that you've created a thing and thereby experienced a connection to whatever is out there? I was watching Dead Poets Society last night and was reminded by the quote from John Keating, "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

As if it warranted any further explanation, this is why I write.

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I am highly strung. I suspect it’s all because of the hand cannon shoved down my mouth.

Mash-ups

I'll have to thank my friend Shannon for getting me on the Glee bandwagon. They've actually done a phenomenal job introducing the world to mash-ups, something that I had discovered a couple years ago when my friend Pete who's a disc jockey gave me a copy of his mash-ups. It's the musical equivalent of being able to have fries and onion rings. This mash-up brings Singin' in the Rain together with Umbrella.

From a literary perspective, I've used the mash-up equivalent a lot in my own writing. Luscious Dumplings was a parody of the final court room drama in A Few Good Men but twisted up because I cast a celebrity chef in place of Colonel Jessup. Mash-ups are just the perfect amount of surprise and comic delight that comes from writing punch lines and sometimes it's the collision of disparate ideas that really can create some imaginative material.

Speaking of which, here's the latest daily update on my NaNoWriMo progress:

Nov 15: 5K sprints for three days in a row is a little nutty. Chapter 17 is shaping up nicely and I'm a little anxious to get to the midpoint when the story really starts to take off. (50,110 words)

Nov 16: What an emotional let down after that push to 50K. I need to stay focused on pushing along at least 3K per day for the rest of the month. Also need to find some other writers I can draft along side so I don't lose the competitive edge. Chapter 18 and 19 need a little more girth, too. (52,925 words)

Nov 17: My early morning writing produced probably the most enjoyable 750 words since the beginning of this manuscript. It's the last 750 words of Chapter 19. I'm torn between wanting to go back to the first chapter and begin rewriting with this same voice and to keep it consistent versus pushing forward with the second half, complete that, and then go back to the beginning. Even if I don't reach 80K, by the end of the month, I think I'll be better off crafting the story that doesn't make me cringe. If I produce no more than 750 words each day similar to this then I'd be a proud writer. (55,070 words)

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Dear Abby, Lately I've been craving a glimpse of daylight. Just a brief moment once every couple of years. Is that too much to ask?

Yes. Next?

Dreamy

OMG what a fantastic performance of Teenage Dream this week! Such a breath of fresh air. This one is going on heavy rotation until my ears bleed.

And for those following along, here are some quick updates including an excerpt available for a limited time on NaNoWriMo:

Nov 6: Had fun taking a novel-related detour researching both the history of television in America as well as the history of written languages. Completed writing about my portal to the fantasy world and ended it with a snowball fight. What could be better? (16,435 words)

Nov 7: Weaving subplots within the narrative is starting to get tricky, especially staying on track with the internal journey of the hero. There are too many interesting external dynamics playing out that it seems "louder" somehow. (20,180 words)

Nov 8: Hit a really boring transitional section today so the wordcount slowed. Will probably need to rewrite it to make it more meaningful to the hero. But all is not lost, I came up with a pretty cool device that's relevant, if not a bit sci-fi-ish. Hope to make that part stick. (23,025 words)

Nov 9: Eureka in the bathtub moment in Chapter 9 which was a lot of fun to write. Chapter 10/11 didn't have enough story based on the outline so I had to combine those two chapters and split up Chapter 2 which was too long anyway. (27,201 words)

Nov 10: The early Act 2 chapters are becoming a major problem for me. There's not enough conflict and so I struggle with accelerating reveals from later chapters into these early sections. Perhaps a complicating subplot is in order. It's going to be a low-output day unless I skip ahead and work on a different chapter. (29,227 words)

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CORNER CHICKEN SUIT DANCER: So I've been doin this gig for a month now...It's pretty cool.

HARVARD BUSINESS SCHOOL DEAN: Congratulations. You're now qualified to run Goldman Sachs.

Charm of Ivanhoe

My latest short story is about a drifter who, when he discovers that his mother is dying, abandons the search for his neglectful father and hitchhikes home to square accounts. The theme and tone was inspired by this song.

"Something Pretty" by Patrick Park

Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.

At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

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Strange ingredients can be a pleasant surprise. I would therefore always encourage experimentation when vacationing abroad! Case in point...? Absolutely THE best dish I ever tasted happened to be coconut baby oil while I was stranded on an island for three years.

(murmur in background)

What do you mean they serve other food in Manhattan?!

Oktoberfest 2010

Ode to Stella Artois

By George Sand

May be sung to the tune of Sweet Disposition by Temper Trap

Never too drunk
Oktoberfest’s begun
Another round on Matt
of Stella Artois,
burgers and fries
on Friday night.
Poker til dawn
with Mickey and Mark
Ramzy and Ken
Maria and Paul
Palace and Ben.
Just stay there
‘Cause I'll be comin' over
While Michelle’s still young.
Then on Saturday
Grilling, cornholing all day
Won't stop til it's over
or until eight-thirty
whichever comes first.
The Social Network
that night with Jon,
Sheila and Nick
and after we drink
again, of course
a pint or two
of Stella Artois
We’ll have some laughs.
Just stay there
Cause I'll be comin' over
While Bailey’s still young
And then on Sunday
Won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Oh, Stella Artois
We raise our glass
and drink to you
all weekend long (won't stop til it's over)
Oh, Stella Artois
We raise our glass
and drink to you
all weekend long (won't stop til it's over)
Oh, Stella Artois
We raise our glass
and drink to you
all weekend long (won't stop til it's over)
Oh, Stella Artois
We raise our glass
and drink to you
all weekend long (won't stop til it's over)

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You know, divorce isn't the only option. Have you considered homicide?

Bowl-A-Palooza 4

Ode to Stella Artois

By George Sand

Sung to the tune of “Empire State of Mind” by Jay-z and Alicia Keys

Yeah, yeah I'ma up at Burbank
Now I'm down in Hollywood
Right next to the Orchid
And now at Celebrity
I've brought Stellas with me
And since I brought it here
I will drink it anywhere
Yeah pour me another beer

I used to drink on rooftops
All my Trigger Streeter stunnas (Hey yo!)
Right there off of Franklin
Brought me back to that night last year
When Palace took a drop
Or was it before
With two girls and a cup
What’s in store this year? Fo sho…

Hanging with Aaron,
Andrew, Alex,
Jon, Matt, Jared,
And Nick from San Francisco.
Me? I'm out and will miss
Maddox vs. Sheila.
Get it on video.
Will Sophie bring her mom with her?

Say what up to Mickey
Mark, Chris, and Vivi
Sitting poolside
Ken and Ben give Ted high-5s
What up with the others?
I won’t take no “Mebbe’s”
Tell by my attitude that I'm really drunk on...

STELLA!!!
Weekend of Bowl-A-Palooza
There's nothing you can’t do when you drink Stella.
Stella will make you feel brand new,
Stella will inspire you,
Let's hear it for Stella, Stella, Stella…

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Dear Abby: The latest incident with my boss involved a huge fight over a thumb drive. I thought we should resolve it by thumb wrestling, but he was at a disadvantage physically. Do you have any other suggestions?

I think you should familiarize yourself with Human Resources and finger him.

Caroling, caroling

It's about that time of year and I thought I would share an updated carol. Enjoy!

Ode to Stella Artois (sung to Winter Wonderland)

Cell phones ring, are you listening,
At the bar, chicks are drinking
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.

Gone away are the blue balls,
Here to stay is the new call
He signals a play,
We enter the fray,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.

In the alley we can draft a wingman,
and pretend that he is Jackson Browne

He'll say: Are you ready?
We'll say: No man.
But can you get me in
when you're in there?

Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.

At the table, we can have some Stellas,
And pretend that we’re too cool for school
We'll have lots of fun with sloppy drunk chicks,
Until one cock blocks you and knocks you down.

At last call, ain't it thrillin',
Though your nose is a bleedin’
We'll order a round, the ex-wingman’s way,
Chugging lots of Stella Artois pints.

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Everyone here should learn something from what has happened here today. Except Jenkins of course because he...

...was in the bathroom, learning what not to eat at lunch.

Haçienda

I am twenty years too late. I've been to London several times, usually on business, and so I never had the opportunity to steal myself away to Manchester. Why Manchester you might ask?

Though I have never stepped foot on its soil or danced at The Haçienda, Manchester has been an integral part of my personal history. See screenplay by the same name, Haçienda. 

Quite a few bands originated from Manchester. Ever heard of Joy Division, New Order, or The Smiths? These bands got their start in Manchester as well as planted their roots. The Haçienda was opened by Factory Records and New Order in May 1982 and played predominantly indie music in the early years, but later featured disco, hip hop and electronic music to become a legendary club in the 1990s, widely regarded as the world's most famous nightclub. 

My fanaticism for New Order grew exponentially when I met Tim Haslett, who was a disc jockey and music journalist in Boston. He also introduced me to other music coming out at the time from Madchester before the tunes hit stateside. The next wave of bands to come out of Manchester included The Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, Inspiral Carpets, James, The Charlatans and in particular A Guy Called Gerald and 808 State. Pacific 101 by 808 State in fact is probably one of the first electronica/techno songs I had ever heard, and it is a song that will, quite frankly, haunt you.  

Select songs from that era:

Pacific 101 by 808 State

Voodoo Ray by A Guy Called Gerald

Sun Rising by The Beloved

Getting Away With It by Electronic

Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order

I Don't Know Anybody Else by Black Box

The Host of Seraphim by Dead Can Dance

These Things Happen by Mark Stewart

Such A Shame by Talk Talk

Between Something and Nothing by The Ocean Blue

World In Motion by New Order

Go by Moby

LFO by LFO

Elevate My Mind by Stereo MC's

Helter Skelter by Meat Beat Manifesto

Every Day is Halloween by Ministry

Spice by Eon

Heaven Or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

James Brown is Dead by L.A. Style

UHF3 by Moby

Human Nature by Gary Clail On-U Sound System

Mind at the End of the Tether by Tackhead

My Secret Laboratory by Lee "Scratch" Perry

I am twenty years too late because the places I would like to visit next week no longer exist. The Haçienda shut down in 2001. The same can be said for Factory Records. So I can't ever go back, but luckily this era is neatly captured in the film 24 Hour Party People. 

Nonetheless, I will take the train 2 hours north next week and kick around the environs to check out Afflecks Palace and the various quirky and interesting shops in Northern Quarter. In addition, there is now a bi-annual Manchester International Festival which screens only premieres of movies, which takes place this year July 2-19th. This seems a fitting bookend to my creative pursuits, once fueled by music and now by writing.

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After banning triangles from geometry, I thought I would promote the benefits of circles, especially as they relate to...

...Pi, and I do love me some of that.

  

Farewell white-gloved one

News of Michael Jackson's death reached me yesterday at work through a coworker. As the consummate professional, I echoed sympathies to my coworkers, but remained focused on finishing the tasks at hand. One allows time and introspection to occur when one has the time, which isn't until now as I watch a variety of news stations cover his death hour after hour after hour.

Michael Jackson was not just a superstar, he was the pre-eminent pop icon. He was one of the most widely influential singers not only of his generation, but of all time. His pop musical genius is evident by the 13 #1 singles: 

• 1972: "Ben" (1 week)
  
• 1979: "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" (1 week)
  
• 1980: "Rock with You" (4 weeks)
  
• 1983: "Billie Jean" (7 weeks)
  
• 1983: "Beat It" (3 weeks)
  
• 1983: "Say Say Say" (6 weeks)
  
• 1985: "We Are The World" (4 weeks) (this track is counted extraofficially, considering that was credited to USA for Africa)
• 1987: "I Just Can't Stop Loving You" (with Siedah Garrett) (1 week)
• 1987: "Bad" (2 weeks)
  
• 1987: "The Way You Make Me Feel" (1 week)
  
• 1988: "Man in the Mirror" (2 weeks)
  
• 1988: "Dirty Diana" (1 week)
  
• 1991: "Black or White" (7 weeks)
  
• 1995: "You Are Not Alone" (1 week) 
  

For me, my strongest sense memory of Michael Jackson was in junior high school and realizing the impact this man was making on youth. Music videos were just beginning to emerge and Michael took full advantage of the medium, from videos like Thriller, Billie Jean, and Beat It.  All of the kids marveled at how he moved, studied his music videos religiously, and began to mimic him as they were standing around waiting in line at the cafeteria. On a production budget of $750,000, the Thriller album which was released November 30, 1982 went on to sell an estimated 100-109 million copies worldwide. Even as other music videos were released off other albums, I recall how much anticipation my friends and I had about what we would see, what new moves he would show us, and what new special F/X would be introduced. 

While the death of a loved one is devastating, death is also quite poignant when it happens to someone you grew up with, and most of us feel like we grew up with Michael Jackson. How did he affect you? Post a comment. 

RIP Michael Jackson (1958-2009)

Post script: An inside look at the making of We Are the World as well as the finished music video.

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So! How bout those Dodgers! 

Aren't we done talking about Washington politicians?

Speaking in Code

As you take a tour of this blog, you will notice that the trailer for Speaking in Code will become somewhat of a permanent fixture on this home page. While it was several years in the making, I only recently became active with this project several months ago when I found out it would be dedicated to Tim Haslett, an old friend who passed away suddenly in 2008. 

Though he would never have made these claims, Tim did in fact catalyze a movement in the late 80s/early 90s to introduce electronic and techno music from Europe, which ironically originated in Detroit but was shunned in the US. I met Tim in college, and he - more than anyone else - helped to shape who I am today:  my taste in music, my perspective on the world, and my preference for Earl Grey tea. Listen to Tim on WZBC and WZLY which can be found on Blancodisco.

Fast forward to today and the Speaking in Code project. 

This film reveals a series of six character studies and vérité views of electronic music, in an intimate way not seen since The Decline of Western Civilization opened up the world of the LA punk scene. It's a window into a world filled with warehouse parties, endless gigs, international travel, risks, inventions, triumphs and breakdowns. It's a story about the electronic music scene told from the inside-out:  intimate, raw, and vivid.

Speaking in Code was an official selection in the 2009 Boston International Film Festival and will continue to be screened at music and film festivals throughout the world in 2009. Sign up on the website or on Facebook for further details. 

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WTF?? You promised there would be no guns...

...being fired while having sex.

Yes, yippee kai yay, I couldn't help myself. If I promise to put away the gun, will you promise to put away the meat mallet?

 

  

Beat(en) Generation

How much of who we are is defined by the people around us? Who are these people around us anyway? Are we largely also defined by the generation in which we are born? 

In 1991, Strausse and Howe published Generation, a book which describes an Anglo-American history which follows saecula (seasonal cycles). 

1883-1900 Lost Generation 

1901-1913 Interbellum Generation

1914-1924 Greatest Generation

1925-1939 Silent Generation

1943-1960 Baby Boom Generation

1961-1981 Generation X

1982-2000 Millennial Generation (Gen Y)

2001-present New Silent Generation (Gen Z)

I'm a Gen-Xer, which means in my youth I grew up with Ronald Reagan and George H.W. Bush in office. My political experience was shaped by witnessing the end of the cold war and the fall of the Berlin wall. My generation saw the inception of the home computer, the rise of video games, CDs and DVDs, the ubiquity of cellphones, the discovery and spread of the Internet for social and commercial purposes, dot.com businesses, MTV, grunge, hip hop music and culture, and AIDS. 

My generation is preceded by the Baby Boom Generation, the veritable pig in a python generation, and succeeded by the Millennial Generation (a.k.a. Generation Y), comprised of digital babies that are accustomed to instant gratification that comes through instant communication technologies (email, texting, IM, Facebook, Twitter and such). 

I like that we bridge such disparate generations. We're the glue that keeps families together. We have just enough historical context to be grounded and just enough savvy to succeed in the 21st Century.

  

“Beat(en) Generation” by The The   

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines 

Of this once proud nation 

Can you sense the fear and the hatred 

Growing in the hearts of its population   

And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced 

by the greedy hands of politics and half truths   

The beaten generation, the beaten generation 

Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information 

The beaten generation, the beaten generation 

Open your eyes, open your imagination   

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes 

and hypnotised by the satellites 

Into believing what is good and what is right   

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon 

Or lost in the prisons of religion 

But can you still walk back to happiness 

When you've nowhere left to run?   

And if they send in the special police 

To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace   

Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues 

when they tell us justice is being done 

and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

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Well, that'll be the day...

...the earth stood still. Silence envelopes the world. Suddenly a whisper, the faintest sound you've ever heard and then the cataclysmic fumes begin to roll towards you from the distant horizon where you see a small speck: a bashful raccoon.

That thing he does

My introduction to jazz came shortly after I saw That Thing You Do. I swear! Prior to that, I found it somewhat inaccessible and no one my age really appreciated jazz. It was a musical genre appreciated by people older than me, and there was always something about it that seemed, well, inaccessible. When I saw Guy Patterson's enthusiasm and knowledge about jazz, I became curious. The piece of music that inspired this quest was the scene that took place at the end of Act 2b when Guy laid down tracks called Spartacus with Dell Paxton. 

The piano and drum duet from that movie led me to discover Bill Evans. I grew up playing the piano so it was a natural fit to follow a pianist and appreciate his skill and artistry.

Here is just a sampling of my favorite Bill Evans tracks, mostly from the Verve label.

Autumn Leaves

How Deep is the Ocean

Waltz for Debby

Summer Time

Come Rain or Come Shine

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I had a great time last night. Thanks for thinking of me, although next time would you mind if instead we could...

...I get it. Less body fluid. Check.

Georgy Girl

Georgy Girl is a 1966 British film based on a novel by Margaret Forster. The film was directed by Silvio Narizzano and starred Lynn Redgrave as Georgy, Alan Bates, James Mason, Charlotte Rampling and Bill Owen.

The title song, performed by Australian band The Seekers, became a hit single and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song (music by Tom Springfield, lyrics by Jim Dale). Redgrave was also Oscar-nominated for her titular performance as Best Actress, as were Mason for Best Supporting Actor and Kenneth Higgins' cinematography.

The film was the basis for a musical stage adaptation called simply Georgy.

Ted introduced me to the song Georgy Girl earlier this year, and given recent events I wanted to introduce you to the song because, well, I’m just in that kinda mood. Enjoy!

Hey there, Georgy girl 

Swingin' down the street so fancy-free 

Nobody you meet could ever see the loneliness there - inside you 

Hey there, Georgy girl 

Why do all the boys just pass you by? 

Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?  

You're always window shopping but never stopping to buy 

So shed those dowdy feathers and fly - a little bit   

Hey there, Georgy girl 

There's another Georgy deep inside 

Bring out all the love you hide and, oh, what a change there'd be 

The world would see a new Georgy girl   

Hey there, Georgy girl 

Dreamin'; of the someone you could be 

Life is a reality, you can't always run away 

Don't be so scared of changing and rearranging yourself 

It's time for jumping down from the shelf - a little bit   

Hey there, Georgy girl 

There's another Georgy deep inside 

Bring out all the love you hide and, oh, what a change there'd be 

The world would see a new Georgy girl   

(Hey there, Georgy girl) 

Wake up, Georgy girl 

(Hey there, Georgy girl) 

Come on, Georgy girl   

(Hey there, Georgy girl) 

Wake up, Georgy girl

Words by Jim Dale and Music by Tom Springfield.

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He was just a one-night stand. I swear. He doesn't mean anything to me. In fact...

...here... I'll kick him right in the balls.

Hunter

Hunter by Dido is one of those songs that at first seems like a wistful ditty until you listen really closely or better yet look up the lyrics and then you realize, "This girl wants out. Right now." 

At one time or another, we might all sympathize with this sentiment and face this same decision. At a critical juncture in any particular relationship, you wonder if it is time to fish or cut bait. After weighing all the complexities of having merged your life with another person, you come to grips with the notion that despite committing yourself to what was best for "you" as a couple that it cannot always be at the expense of "you" as a person. In the end, which do you choose?  

With one light on in one room 

I know you're up when I get home 

With one small step upon the stair 

I know your look when I get there 

If you were a king up there on your throne 

would you be wise enough to let me go 

for this queen you think you own 

Wants to be a hunter again 

wants to see the world alone again 

to take a chance on life again 

so let me go   

The unread book and painful look 

the tv's on, the sound is down 

One long pause 

then you begin 

oh look what the cat's brought in 

If you were a king up there on your throne 

would you be wise enough to let me go 

for this queen you think you own 

Wants to be a hunter again 

wants to see the world alone again 

to take a chance on life again 

so let me go 

let me leave   

For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now 

and I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow 

and all the time I'm thinking, thinking   

I want to be a hunter again 

want to see the world alone again 

to take a chance on life again 

so let me go.

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Wasn't there a famous donkey called Hote? Spanish I think - it was all about him but the book was called something like Don Quixote.

The correct pronunciation is ho-tay. I'm not surprised the Spaniards hijacked the story. Bunch of pinche cabrones!

Ode to Stella Artois

People ask me why I write lyrics about Stella Artois. It really started a couple months ago when I, along with a few others, accepted a dare to write a screenplay in less than a month.

The dare began on March 18 and was to be completed by March 31. Normally I would have accepted the dare readily, except at that moment in time, I had just completed writing a feature script in a record 12 days that same month (Nubby Elfin Tales). With the promise of a scapegoat already picked out, how was I to lose, really? Besides, the consequences of losing the dare were to write a 700-word romantic prose piece about Stella Artois, and even that was something I wouldn’t mind doing either.

For the dare, I wrote a TV spec script (Chuck vs. The Doppelganger) in a record 5 days. While I was waiting for others to complete their tasks, and to also help spur my fellow speedy dare devils on, I began to write lyrics to Stella Artois. If I’m lucky, maybe it’ll turn into a sponsorship opportunity. But regardless, they're fun to write. Well, without further ado, here is just one example:

Stella Artois by George Sand

May be sung to the tune of “Manic Monday” by The Bangles   

Six o'clock already 

I was just in the middle of a dream 

I was drinkin' Stella Artois 

By a crystal blue Italian stream 

But I can't be dry 

'Cause then I guess I'll be pretty dull   

These are the days 

When you wish your glass was already full   

Chorus 

It's just another Stella Artois 

I wish it was bourgeois 

With a shot of framboise 

Shoot it down and voila 

It's just another Stella Artois   

Have to catch an early drink 

Got to be dead drunk by nine 

And if I had a bong or two 

I still couldn't make it on time 

'Cause it takes me so long 

Just to figure out what I'm gonna drink 

Blame it on the crowds 

‘Cause the drunks are all there, I think      

All of the nights 

Why did the barkeep have to pick last night 

To run out?  

Doesn't it matter 

That I have to pour for both of us?   

The ice is low 

He tells me in his drunken voice 

C'mon honey, let's go make some noise 

Time it goes so fast 

When you're drinkin’ beer

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I'm currently toying with a rock classic bid-out on e-bay. But I have to decide between my all-time idols, namely:

1) Rick Wakeman cape

2) Dan Fogelberg plectrum

3) Peter Frampton Baby I Love Your Way lunchbox (with thermos)

Decisions, decisions...

Oooh! What about the Jimi Hendrix pogo stick!?!