Monday, November 10, 2008

col. cotton's lonely parody band

The house is aswing with music tonight. Not the type of music you would expect for a late middle-aged guy. No smoke-infused tones of Miles Davis or Stan Getz.

Billy Joel sings of his Uptown Girl -- you know, the one who did not last for The Longest Time. Anne Murray glides through Snow Bird. John Travolta misses Sandy.

What human purpose -- other than some madly-secret cult -- could bring together that lot?

Well, Steve is on another song parody kick. It happens every time he sees the Capitol Steps.

But this time I am actually working on a commission -- of sorts. Our Attorney General is retiring. I worked with him for years on his ethics committee. This year, some of us committee alumni are going to roast him. Thus, the 60s Beatles picture -- and the reason why "When I'm Sixty-Four" is blazing through my speakers.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know I told you all that I had hung up my parody hat. But I lied. I would share the lyrics with you, but they suffer from being both hackneyed and half-baked.

Besides, like most roastings, they really do not make much sense unless you know the roastee.

So, Mr. AG. Be patient while I attempt to light this match under your goose.


Bob Mrotek said...

Please send me an e-mail. My e-mail address is on my blog. There is someone in Melaque that I want you to meet if you haven't met him already.

Steve Cotton said...

The email is on its way.

1st Mate said...

Parody! What fun! Why would you give that up?