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[mrissa]

I put this in the comments section of truepenny's lj, and then realized I might get more sympathy with it here:

I sympathize. Yesterday my brain was induced to start composing The Twisted Wreck of the Mandy Patinkin, as written by the collaborative team of W. S. Gilbert, Arthur Sullivan, and Gordon Lightfoot.

I long for death's sweet embrace.

(Okay, that last is hyperbole. I just think that one chorus of one song was mildly amusing in conversation, and my brain could have stopped there.)

Comments

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

Oh, you tease.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I am not making a phone post of myself singing this crap. Definitely, definitely not.

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

Now that's an appealing thought.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

Not even if we all make Bambi eyes at you?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Alas, but I have used Bambi eyes a time too many myself to be highly susceptible. Especially when it comes to singing as a performance, which I appreciate in other people but do not do myself. (Singing as a participation, that I do. Singing as random act, yah, for sure. I had a variation on this conversation with songwind yesterday: he couldn't figure out why his old drummer refused to sing on stage but would happily sing in front of the same number of people elsewhere, spontaneously. This made total sense to me. timprov and I used to sing on BART, quite loud enough for the whole car to hear -- but if he'd stood up and announced that we were going to sing for the car now, I wouldn't have been able to.)

[songwind.livejournal.com]

I started composing some kind of parody the other day in the car with Brigette, but thankfully it's gone now.

[columbina.livejournal.com]

When suppertime came, the old ham came on deck and said "Fellows, it's too rough for actin'."

At seven p.m. the main hatchway caved in; he said ....

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

The choreography is really the last straw.

[skzbrust.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

These things will happen.

There really isn't any cure; it just has to run its course. Your friends will be there for you.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

As long as I don't sing much of it out loud, they will be.