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mix 2: human breakdown of absurdity-the american song-poem machine
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_poem
I put this together from 4 compilations of song-poems, MSR Madness Vols 4-6 and The American Song-Poem Anthology. The opening song, "A Blind Man's Penis" was originally called "Stevie Wonder's Penis" and was written in 1975 by John Trubee, New Jersey's foremost comic prank-caller and was inexplicably turned into a song-poem by Nashville Co-Writers Records in 1976.
John Trubee tells it:
"Stevie Wonder's penis is erect because he's blind. This ludicrous line was invented out of sheer boredom and homicidal frustration as I labored as a cashier in a convenience store in Princeton, New Jersey, in 1975. I'd scribble some poems and weird phrases on a legal pad to vent my seething anguish. Writing on the job was a kind of self-invented therapy to prevent the onset of mental illness due to occupational stress and severe teenage alienation.
In late spring of 1976, I bought one of those horrible sleazy tabloids you find in supermarkets by the check-out stand. I had to keep up on my UFO sightings and mass hatchet murders.
In the back pages of the Midnight Globe (not the National Enquirer, as erroneously reported elsewhere -- was it Time?), I scanned the geeky little ads and saw: "Cowrite on a 50-50 basis, earn $20,000 royalties, send your song poems to ..." some outfit in Nashville, Tennessee. I thought to myself: wouldn't it be fun to send these people the most ridiculous, stupid, vile, obscene, retarded Iyrics to see their response?
I put this together from 4 compilations of song-poems, MSR Madness Vols 4-6 and The American Song-Poem Anthology. The opening song, "A Blind Man's Penis" was originally called "Stevie Wonder's Penis" and was written in 1975 by John Trubee, New Jersey's foremost comic prank-caller and was inexplicably turned into a song-poem by Nashville Co-Writers Records in 1976.
John Trubee tells it:
"Stevie Wonder's penis is erect because he's blind. This ludicrous line was invented out of sheer boredom and homicidal frustration as I labored as a cashier in a convenience store in Princeton, New Jersey, in 1975. I'd scribble some poems and weird phrases on a legal pad to vent my seething anguish. Writing on the job was a kind of self-invented therapy to prevent the onset of mental illness due to occupational stress and severe teenage alienation.
In late spring of 1976, I bought one of those horrible sleazy tabloids you find in supermarkets by the check-out stand. I had to keep up on my UFO sightings and mass hatchet murders.
In the back pages of the Midnight Globe (not the National Enquirer, as erroneously reported elsewhere -- was it Time?), I scanned the geeky little ads and saw: "Cowrite on a 50-50 basis, earn $20,000 royalties, send your song poems to ..." some outfit in Nashville, Tennessee. I thought to myself: wouldn't it be fun to send these people the most ridiculous, stupid, vile, obscene, retarded Iyrics to see their response?
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