gleeby ideas: Recent Episodes
uncle mitch
At the Literary Rug in Lander WY on Sep 12, 2023, I talked about how friends are allowed to make fun of me and Tracey is one of the best.
This was a happy little writing prompt exercise at the end of the Literary Rug on 2023 Jul 18.. The prompt was to write as something inanimate and then when I read it, I had people guess what I was writing as.
I'm seeing if I can do some multiple layers of sound and recording. It wasn't great, but it taught me a lot! I played harmonica and keyboard and sang. I recorded one layer, then played it while adding another.
Here are the lyrics!
ode-ious vampire
words by Mitch Nelsonset to music by Beethoven in his Ninth Symphony
Long ago and far awayDown in the land of IdahoA boy was born in perfect formWith legs and arms and face and nose.He was boring! No story had he!Nobody cares what paths he chose.Then one day this all would changeHear now this counting of his woes!All alone he stole awayBeleaguered by the stress of life.Wilderness and forest called him.Fresh air made him almost high.Evening fell and in a valleyHe set up a camp to sleep.Then he rested there alone andWatched the shadows shift and creep.Way up on the mount above himThrough the darkening hazy airNear the top he spied a cave andWondered what was living there.Now intrigued he picked a path andPlanned to see the cave at dawn.Little did he know his plan wouldNever happen as it was drawn.In the night he woke up startledVampire fangs had pierced his thumbsHands and arms were shrinking and heFelt immobilized and numb.Then somehow he broke the trance andKnew this was his only chance.But when he went to punch the vampire,His fiercest blow was just a glance.Just a Mitch slap to his nose theVampire barely felt a breeze.Then the vampire's body straightenedBuilding an enormous sneeze!Weight now shifted! Mitch was free!He tried crawling out of the tent.Arms now shrunken, nothing working,Hopes were dashed and down he went!Strange and terrible was this moment!I could never make this up!Sneezing vampire couldn't stop it.Mitch was down, but his butt faced up.So the fangs landed in soft flesh,Sneezing all that blood back in.Mitch's life now changed forever,He really thought this was the end!Suddenly he realizesHe was in the tent alone!Wretching at how dinner tastedOut the flap a bat had flown.That left Mitch alone to ponderWhat am I supposed to do?Tiny hands and giant yonder!Aren't you glad it was him, not you!