As much as I am a fan of foreplay, sometimes it pays to cut right to the chase.
I have a problem and I’m hoping someone out there in the blogosphere and/or the interweb can help. The short film I’ve written as a sample of what a series based on this blog would look like has run into a few problems but it’s still going ahead.
Word to the wise: if you’re going to schedule a film shoot, and some of your actors are a tad forgetful, maker sure you physically place the request forms they need to book the days off in their hands. Otherwise, your production day will approach and you’ll find yourself perilously short of talent and be forced to reschedule. But enough about some of my other problems, let’s focus on today’s issue, shall we?
I’ve written lyrics for a short theme song to open my film but I’m missing a few key ingredients.
And voice talent.
And the talent, funds or ability to secure any of them.
That brings us to this post. It is my hope that one of you burgeoning singers/composers out there will be inclined to make a name for yourself by hitting this challenge so hard you give it CTE. Yes, that joke may have been inappropriate, but admit it, you chuckled, right?
Here are the lyrics. The rest is up to you. Make it a jazzy Broadway number, a hard rock anthem, a country diddy, I’m not paying, so what do I care? Feast on the brilliance that my pasty white mind is capable of:
“This is The Hook’s show, he made it, won’t you stay?
It’s really good, it’ll make your day!
This show’s so good, it’ll make your dog’s tail wag
The Hook’s a bellman… if you don’t tip him, he’ll call you a douchebag
If you’re watching this, you’ve been hooked…
You’ve been hooked…
You’ve been hooked, mutha fucka…”
And there you have it. I leave this task in your capable, musically-inclined hands. As I’ve said, I cannot afford to pay you in anything of monetary value but you’ll get full credit, you can stick your creation on the YouTube (as the kids call it) and who knows? This could be the springboard that launches your music career and leads to fame, fortune, and sex tapes.
We’ll see, won’t we?
See you in the lobby, friends.