Showing posts with label Headley and the Rug (and Cral). Show all posts
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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Will Wright’s Kinda Like


So I had a parody fall apart – no I don’t want to talk about it. It’s Wednesday night, and I have no post for Just Plain Stupid for Thursday morning.
The Rug (which is actually not a person, but an old hairpiece,) my old partner in the show, Headley and the Rug (and Cral) offered a bit he did about Swiss cheese. Stanley McFarland – a man who mistakenly thinks he has a sense of humor, offered me a poem from his book, Confessions of a Protestant link - (there’s a real knee-slapper.)
You might see each of these offerings in future posts, but luckily for you, Will Wright offered an actually good story from his chapbook, Salt for the Journey link . It’s also available, as is so much of the short fiction and commentary of Go Figure Reads writers, on the official blog of Go Figure Reads – Junk Drawer. Junk Drawer
Of course it’s good because I helped him write it…
Kinda Like…
by Will Wright

It’s kinda like this
Imagine a hamster
He spends all day in a converted fish aquarium
He’s is left alone
Except for two five minute periods a day
When some giant says a few meaningless words
Does a few chores
And replaces the water and food pellets

The rest of the day
He’s on his own

Now there’s only one interesting thing in his cage
The running wheel
Not surprisingly, the hamster starts to run

He runs because he likes to run
He runs because there’s nothing else to do
He keeps running
Even when he needs to poop
He runs
It doesn’t matter
The poop falls right through the wheel
And lands on the floor
The hamster keeps running
He poops again
And keeps running
Running, running poop running poop
After a while
He looks down
He thinks
Hey, that’s kind of interesting
When the poop falls through the wheel
It looks different than regular poop
It’s in an odd pattern
I wonder if I can do this
On purpose”

For the rest of the day
The hamster runs
And poops
With a purpose
Sometimes he moves to one side of the wheel
Sometimes to the other
He tries it while running extra fast
He tries it while walking
The pattern gets more and more interesting
When he has to eat and drink
He’s really careful getting down from the wheel
He doesn’t want to disturb the pattern

Just as the sun goes down
The giant returns
He grunts in human speech
Gee, you sure made a mess today!”
He takes the paper from the bottom of the cage
And rolls it up carefully
He puts down new paper
And gives the hamster
Water and pellets

The giant leaves
The hamster lies exhausted
He looks at the clean paper
He looks at the food and water
And he finally understands
He gave me food and water for my pretty pattern
He put down more paper for a new pattern
I must be an artist!
I’m underpaid”


Here's a hamster with a different "skill."  

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Bill Davidson, Karma, and the Missing Music Video

Christian minister, musician, and song-writer, Bill Davidson is a Facebook friend. I’m not sure friending on FB justifies me ripping him off. Back 12 years ago when Headley and the Rug (and Cral) was still on, I needed a tune to go with some lyrics I had. Being compositionally tone-deaf, I stole Bill’s tune to Sit Still Christian.
Here’s the link to see his album. link The music video I recorded was accidentally tossed or recorded-over by a slothful, slovenly, slimy station manager (but otherwise – a great guy.)
I guess that’s how karma works for us tune thieves.

Just a Poet
lyrics written by Headley Hauser, tune stolen by Headley Hauser
Oh I started out being
A stock re-arranger
A butts and beer barter
And a dollar changer
But the shirt didn’t fit
And the store keys, they got mislaid

So now I’m just a Poet
And I don’t even get paid
So then I thought I’d be
A taxi cab hopper
A prom picker-upper
and a late night stopper
But my record was bad
Enough tickets to bring down a raid

So now I’m just a poet
And I don’t even get paid

(bridge)
Hey I’m feeling a chill
Cause I’m just a poet
I eat nothing but swill
Cause I’m just a poet
And now it’s making me ill
(spoken)
They said I’d blow it as a poet
Don’t you know it
I once dreamed of being
A french fry flinger
A burger topper plopper
and an onion ringer
But BK said no way
I guess I didn’t make the grade

So now I’m just a poet
And I don’t even get paid

(bridge)
My chances are nill
Cause I’m just a poet
No more dreams left to fill
Cause I’m just a poet
If some looks, they could kill
(spoken)
There would be no more poet
Don’t you know it











So if you’re tired of being
A pizza driver or a tumbler
And you think you’d find it freeing
To be a versifying mumbler
Hey c’mon over here
You know I’d really like to trade

Cause I’m just a poet
And I don’t even get paid
(spoken)
C’mon now, don’t be afraid

Cause I’m just a poet
And I don’t even get paid
(spoken)
Hmmm how can I persuade?

Cause I’m just a poet
And I don’t even get paid
(spoken)
I should have been a sculptor



Here’s a vid of a very young Bill Davidson when he was with the 60s Salvation Army band, The Joy Strings. I think it’s him they focus on around a minute and 5 seconds, but I can’t be sure.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

I'm Not Stupid!


Headley Hauser – that’s me. You might have seen my TV show, Headley and the Rug (and Cral) or read my novella, Trouble in Taos, or seen my exquisite articles in prestigious newspapers, bound compilations, web sites, and bathroom walls across the country.

Just Plain Stupid – that’s not me. I’m not stupid. Really – I’m not stupid. Alright, if you look at my latest business card it says “just plain stupid,” under my name, but that’s not my fault. I didn’t do that. You see, I write for an outfit called Go Figure Reads dot com. I write for them because… well, they’re the best I could get.

And do they know it! I don’t want to say I’m being abused but, I’m being abused. First of all, I’ve written a bunch of stuff that’s just bursting with publishability, but they’re sitting on it. It took ‘em forever to release Trouble in Taos, and then they put a bunch of stupid junk in there to ruin it for all of us. They also came up with the business cards, and now… this blog.

You have lots of stupid stuff, Headley,” they say to me. “Why not blog it and see if anyone is willing to read it? After all, Dave Barry made a career of being stupid, not to mention Christopher Moore, Douglas Adams, and the Carls, Hiaasen and Lombardi, so why can’t you?”

First of all, I agree that Barry and both Carls write stupid stuff – or used to write stupid stuff in the case of Barry who now spends his time playing the guitar, and having high-profile marital problems, but Adams is dead, and Christopher Moore wrote, Lamb, the best book since I learned to read, so don’t talk about them.

Yeah, stupid stuff like that,” they say. “Put it all in your blog, and stop bugging us to publish it.”

So why do I put up with this abuse? I don’t know. Maybe I’m ADHD, or have COPD, IBS, or FDIC. Maybe it’s OCD.

I wrote a song about OCD for my TV show. It would have been a big hit if anyone had watched. Imagine an obsessively compulsive, droning tune that gathers enthusiasm and intensity as it goes.





OCD

Is good for me

I would not any

Other way be

So I don’t want

Your therapy

For OCD

Is good for me



OCD

Is good for me

With afternoons

Spent blissfully

Counting the leaves

On my front yard tree

Yes, OCD

Is good for me



OCD

Is good for me

I count the seconds

It takes to pee

Still have that eighth grade

Locker key

Cause OCD

Is good for me



OCD

Is good for me

I seal the tines

On my rotisserie

I organize

My socks weekly

See? OCD

Is good for me





OCD

Is good for me

I’ll tune your doorbell

When it’s off key

And count your freckles

One two three

Sure, OCD

Is good for me





OCD

Is good for me

No need to tie me

Elbow to knee

You attached my electrodes

Sloppily

Hey! OCD

Is good for me



OCD

Is good for me

My head sounds like

A buzzing bee

Do you think this shock

Will set me free?

Nah, OCD

Is good for me!



OCD…

OCD…



Ah, the heck with it

Let’s go see some mud wrestling





Sigh… Maybe my stuff is a little stupid.

Headley