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Issue A Denial

Hi Zeitgeisters,

Just saw a movie on the old free-to-air telly (if I call it that, people think I have cable) called PLAY BY HEART. It asked me to believe that Sean Connery and Gena Rowlands were the parents of three daughters, Madeleine Stowe, Gillian Anderson and Angelina Jolie. And these daughters hooked up with Denis Quaid, Jon Stewart and Ryan Philippe respectively. I couldn’t accept this all-star family for even a nano-second. I can barely believe those people comfortably getting through the entrée at a dinner party.

In what Universe can Stowe, Anderson and Jolie be related? It’s idiotic.

Hmmm, they’re actors you say? And it’s only a movie. And we have to accept the casting of unrelated actors as family members every time we see a film? Good point. (Although one of the few good things about ED-TV was casting Woody Harrelson and Matthew Mcconaughey as brothers. You bought it.)

Which brings me to this. As Chili Palmer turned his back on the evil world of the movie business for the wholesome world of the music business (in BE COOL the sequel to GET SHORTY), so must I.

As you all know, I’ve been in a concept band for some years now. We have been called many things (e.g. “Charge D’Affair”, “Bonded Courier” and “Envelope Franking Machine”) but for now, our working title is “To Be Continued”.

The mission of the next month or so is to create a new sound. Something that will get the kids dancing in the streets while keeping Granny’s toes tapping when she picks up the drycleaning for her daughter who is trying to move from her job in Real Estate to becoming a Life Coach. Maybe that’s too much detail.

You know what I’m talking about, don’t ya?. Maroon F---ing 5. For reasons unknown to science, Maroon F---ing 5 managed to transcend all age barriers with their album “Songs For Freaking Jane” (don’t try putting that through a search engine, I added “freaking”).

So I want to co-opt that wheedling annoying safe pop sound for the new band (see last post re:plagiarism) and shift millions of units of our debut album, “What is it with Women and Shoes?” I’ve even got the the cover image picked out. An old news photo of the former First Lady of the Phillipines, Imelda Marcos’s famous wardrobe of 3000 pairs of shoes.

I’m working on a couple of songs right now. One is called “Issue A Denial” which refers to my theory that often it’s better to issue a bogus denial for something one didn’t do, rather than putting out a press release. Thus, “Mr Trivia denies that his new album “What is it with Women And Shoes?” contains satanic lyrics opposing the confirmation of Samuel Alito to the US Supreme Court” - is more likely to get “To Be Continued” the attention we crave, than a straight forward media release, will.

Stayed tuned people. And get your iPods ready.

Elevate the Insignificant

Mr Trivia


IzzyMom said…
"Envelope Franking Machine" lolololol
peewee said…
Nothing like a blog at 4:10am... i would write blogs in the afternoon and then set my alarm for 4am, get up and hit send just to squeeze in some cool...
Mister Trivia said…
You show good sense. But I'm an insomniac, see. Maybe that's where I'm going wrong.

But to turn left for a moment and speak to my fellow insomniacs -

"Sleep - I hate those little slices of death."

And turning right again.

I hear that something like one blog a second is created. It's a comforting thought, eh Peewee?

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