Wednesday, March 9, 2005
First things first.
I would like all of America to have this song for FREE! Give a listen to the new song "JesusLand". If you feel like it, you can download it for yourself and pass it on to all your friends.
Here.
MP3 of Jesusland! Click to download or play.
Hey, let me know what you think of this tune. If you dig it, let me know.... and, be sure to send it to all your friends. If you are pissed off, tell me about it in the "Forum" (message board) over there on the right... and, then send it to all your friends, too!
Today. Freeeeezing!
22 degrees!
Damn!
Spring... around the corner?
Yeah.
Listen, next week I'm gonna start the "Annual Permit-Fun Drive"... Y'know, donations to help run this website and pay for the permits we need to play in Central Park all summer. James usually puts a button over there on the right where you can help out by using PayPal or Amazon. When we're ready to go with that, I'll let you know.
Y'know? I was also talking to my good friend, Dennis, last night and we were thinkin'...
I have NO idea how many people are getting the email messages we send out to let people know about the concerts and stuff. I have a feeling the "bad guys" (spammers) have completely ruined email for us. I mean, there are thousands of people who've signed up to be informed about concerts and things. But, Dennis was telling me that a friend of his told him that she hasn't seen an email from me in months.
Hmmmm.
I really think we are the "dolphins" getting caught in the tuna nets, y'know? I think our messages are getting caught in junk folders and spam filters in thousands of computers.
Oh well. I guess we'll just hafta figure something else out.
Today, I wanna share the lyircs to the song I'm working on about reality TV. (I actually took a run at this song at the CAMI HALL Concert, but the lyric far from being frozen. It's still very much a work in progress.)
It's just a fun tune about a little theory I have about the phenomenon of "Reality" television.
Reality TV (working title)
©2005 David Ippolito
A few years back, some network suits
Were linin' up a season's shows.
One said, "Why not fill a a one hour slot,
With nothin' but funny home videos".
The show was pretty bad, 'til an unlucky Dad
Caught a wiffle ball in the crotch.
When the ratings got better, the calls and the letters
Said that's what America wanted to watch.
An ordinary person... emabarrassed and hurtin'
Is just what they wanted to see.
And, that gave birth... to Reality TV
Some people like Springer caught the common-folk-fire
Ignited by that little spark.
Turned the afternoon "talk" show into a "gawk" show,
Take a peek inside your local trailer park.
Find producers with the gumption to exploit dysfunction,
There wa nothin' that they wouldn't try
To create a situation full of hate and frustration,
'Til the fists and the folding chairs started to fly.
But, damn if the country didn't keep on watchin'
To see how ugly people could be.
They were hooked... on Reality TV.
I don't understand the attractio or the allure,
People eatin' worms and being mean just to chase a buck.
"American Idol"... is lost on me 'cause I'm sure
Like the bumpersticker says... MEAN PEOPLE SUCK
[instrumental break]
Who knows where it's gonna lead or when it will peak
How much more can we explore each human vice
Maybe a spot that says, "Tune in next week...
For an All- new "SURVIVOR: HUMAN SACRIFICE"
I guess I'm singin' this song to you if you're like me
And you can't watch... Reality TV
I don't know... just kickin' it around.
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