It’s kind of an odd piece for me…think Les Barker and you’re on the right track musically. As for motivation, I just wanted to write something unreservedly… silly.
Oh, I’ve been exposed to lots of things
And seen the world of culture,
You might say when it comes to art
I’m a sort of culture vulture,
From Balinese performance art
To cabaret in Soho,
I’ve heard a bit of everything
And I know the good from the so-so.
Poetry from slam to school,
Paintings from Pollock to El Greco,
Outlaw country hardcore bands
And Bauhaus to roccoco.
But I never thought that I’d exclude
Any form of expression
Until I realized that there
Was art that caused depression.
And it’s still a big surprise to me
I seem to have chosen
I’d rather hear “The Humpty Dance”
Than listen to Beethoven.
(4-6 fingerpicked bars of “Fur Elise”, followed by:)
“humpty hump…do the humpty hump…”
From underground to concert hall,
From night club to recital,
The thought of hearing classical
Can make me suicidal.
There’s something in a string quartet
That sets my teeth to grinding,
There’s something ’bout an orchestra,
My brain begins unwinding.
The lowbrow art of everyday
Appeals to my sensations,
And as far as I’m concerned,
It gets my commendation.
And it seems to me a big surprise
That the tunes to which I’m partial
Sound more like “Daydream Nation”
And less like Brahms’ “Pastoral.”
Mozart, Bach, and Berlioz
Receive their due from history,
But Tom Waits and the Residents
Are more my cup of mystery.
If all you take away from this
Is that I am a cretin,
This cretin hops with pride and joy,
Unwashed and unbeaten.
And if all you take away from this
Is disdain and rejection,
I’m proud to hold the banner high
For contrarian selection.
And it seems to there’s no surprise
To the path that I have chosen,
Since I understand Grandmaster Flash
More than I understand Beethoven.
I’m proud to say I have no shame
In thus blowing my cover,
I’d rather have my iPod set
To Beethoven rolling over.