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kjnThe things one can find on old hard drives…
My wife asked if we had a spare USB hard drive somewhere, and I dug up an old one that I had put in a box after the last time we moved. I took a look at the contents first before formatting, and found a few old gems, including my first filk song that was dubbed a filk song: Crotchet.
It was written back in 2004, soon after Rats, Bats, and the Ugly had been published (well before Dave Freer jumped off the deep end). At the climax, our hero is channeling Elvis, and that together with some earlier discussion in the novel led me to write this song. It's another example of the minimal-change style of filking.
To the tune of "Hound Dog", if that wasn't apparent from the text.
You ain't nothin' but a Crotchet
Cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a Crotchet
Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a battess
And you ain't no friend of mine
When you said you was high classed
Well, that was just a lie.
When you said you was high classed
Well, that was just a lie.
Well, you ain't never caught a rattess
And you ain't no friend of mine
I'm still glad that Dave Freer really liked it, and that I made him happy by writing it.
My wife asked if we had a spare USB hard drive somewhere, and I dug up an old one that I had put in a box after the last time we moved. I took a look at the contents first before formatting, and found a few old gems, including my first filk song that was dubbed a filk song: Crotchet.
It was written back in 2004, soon after Rats, Bats, and the Ugly had been published (well before Dave Freer jumped off the deep end). At the climax, our hero is channeling Elvis, and that together with some earlier discussion in the novel led me to write this song. It's another example of the minimal-change style of filking.
To the tune of "Hound Dog", if that wasn't apparent from the text.
You ain't nothin' but a Crotchet
Cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a Crotchet
Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a battess
And you ain't no friend of mine
When you said you was high classed
Well, that was just a lie.
When you said you was high classed
Well, that was just a lie.
Well, you ain't never caught a rattess
And you ain't no friend of mine
I'm still glad that Dave Freer really liked it, and that I made him happy by writing it.
