Sunday, May 10, 2009

Coldstone Tip Songs and this is just to say

Two parody songs I wrote as Tip Songs when I worked at Coldstone Creamery:

Fresh Prince of Bel Air (TV Theme Song)
Now this is a song all about how we flipped your taste buds upside-down
So just take a second and stand right there,
You put a tip in our jar so we'll sing then cheer! (yeah!)

One Week (By The Barenaked Ladies)
It's been real great serving you ice cream
Throw a tip in the jar; it makes us want to scream
Thank you for coming in
Saying mix those together so I could begin
Five scoops of gummy bears...
I really like em', but man that makes me kinda scared.
But like I said, "Hey, it's your ice cream"
Just hope it's not a week 'till you come back to see me.

The poem "this is just to say" by William Carlos Williams has become a bit of a phenomenon as something to parody willy-nilly. So here are my attempts:

I have stomped on your foot getting off the tram
and that destroys your chances of ever winning your race
Forgive me. It was a softer landing than the road

I have shot your mother whom you loved
while you were on your way for Mothers day
Forgive me. The spray was beautiful. So red and so wet.

1 comment:

Barbara Lorraine said...

I'm such a n00b, I've never read the WCW poem til just now. One thing that strikes me immediately is the structural change you've implemented. Williams' original truncations are so abrupt that you can feel them controlling the rhythm of the poem, which isn't bad: I like the way he makes me stop and start. (I have eaten / the plums / that were in / the icebox as opposed to I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox.)

I think the original truncations could work well with your parodies, especially in delivering impact to images like foot stomping, destruction, etc. Your imagery, by the way, is beautiful. The first one is a bit more tongue-in-cheek; it's sweet because it's got a nice mean streak, and it's truer as a parody-piece. The second one is my favorite though: while a bit more disturbing than the WCW poem, it's much closer to matching tonally, and even in its current 3-line form it retains the short-lines flavor of the original. Final line FTW. Immediate reminder: Ezra Pound's In a Station of the Metro:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.