The Ballad of Mike
My friend, Mike, sees his life in epic proportions. In high school, to satisfy his longing to be a folk hero, he composed a 12-verse ballad about himself. These are the only lines he can remember:
Not to sound all Rob Breszny on you all, but I challenge each of you to write a ballad in which you cast yourself as a folk hero.
My friend, Mike, sees his life in epic proportions. In high school, to satisfy his longing to be a folk hero, he composed a 12-verse ballad about himself. These are the only lines he can remember:
Mike Miner, 'tis of thee
Sweet man of lib-er-ty
He's so damn cool
Smokes doobs to get a fix
And swings with foxy chicks
Comes from a town of hicks
Called Sud-bu-ry
Sweet man of lib-er-ty
He's so damn cool
Smokes doobs to get a fix
And swings with foxy chicks
Comes from a town of hicks
Called Sud-bu-ry
Not to sound all Rob Breszny on you all, but I challenge each of you to write a ballad in which you cast yourself as a folk hero.
I applaud Mike and the way he sees his life. After all, the sidebar of this blog does say:
Back in high school, after reading Space-Time and Beyond
for the umpteenth time and drinking one too many zombies with my friend
Henry Dziarmaga, we came up with the theory that in the infinite set of
universes -- the multiverse -- there was one particular universe in
what happened to us right here was being watched as a TV show over
there. We then made a solemn vow to live in such a way that we kept our
ratings up.
Most people are just struggling to get through the day, largely because they see life as just that: a struggle to make it to the end of the day. I know too many defeatists who say "I could never do that" or "I shouldn't try, I'd probably fail anyway". Not Mike -- he's chosen the "carpe diem" (or "carpe noctem", if you're not a morning person) approach instead, and I'm willing to bet that it's paying off. Mike, I salute you!
As for Deenster's challenge, let's all take it today. Here's what I wrote, to the tune of the theme from the original Spider-Man cartoon series:
Accordion Man, Accordion Man
Does whatever an accordion can
Plays rock tunes; sweet surprise
Catches chicks just like flies
Look out! Here comes Accordion Man.
Is he well-known? Listen, bud:
He's got "extrovert" in his blood
Can he play with just one squeeze?
No escape from his accordion keys
Look out! There goes Accordion Man.
As he busks in the night
With flair and with flash
He wins fans, all right
And he gets chicks and cash
Accordion Man, Accordion Man
Your neighbourhood friendly Accordion Man
Wealth and fame he has scored
And groupies are his reward
Hey, hey, we all know that he rocks
Whenever you hear the squeezebox
You'll find Accordion Man!
Does whatever an accordion can
Plays rock tunes; sweet surprise
Catches chicks just like flies
Look out! Here comes Accordion Man.
Is he well-known? Listen, bud:
He's got "extrovert" in his blood
Can he play with just one squeeze?
No escape from his accordion keys
Look out! There goes Accordion Man.
As he busks in the night
With flair and with flash
He wins fans, all right
And he gets chicks and cash
Accordion Man, Accordion Man
Your neighbourhood friendly Accordion Man
Wealth and fame he has scored
And groupies are his reward
Hey, hey, we all know that he rocks
Whenever you hear the squeezebox
You'll find Accordion Man!
So...what's your folk song?
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