My friend Jerry Rutherford read a post I made on Facebook, and using an AI song generator created this song from my comments about the comedy performing part of my life. The words are printed below, but you can hear the song at:
The Punchline and the Shin
[Intro, Melodic piano with a slight circus-style whimsical trill]
[Verse 1] Nineteen-seventy-six, I had a circus dream Exaggerated gestures, part of the Ringling team I blew my nose with flair, I gave it all I had They took my name and number—man, I wasn't half-bad But Florida never called, the phone just stayed still So I built a stage in Detroit, by the force of my will Two hours of stories in a mid-rise flat While my mother threw pennies... yeah, it was tragic like that. [Chorus] But I kept on writing, kept on searching for the light Down at the Delta Lady on a Tuesday night Five minutes of silence, then a laugh or two That’s the spark that carries a comic through From the basement stage to the bright L.A. sun I was chasing the funny, I was having my fun. [Verse 2] There was a girl named Bunny, a heckler in the crowd The drinks made her brave and the laughs made her loud I said, "Take me home and hurt me," like a Woody Allen line She said, "Why wait?" and kicked me square in the shin (Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark!) I took that bruise and turned it into gold Told that story 'til it never got old Three months in and I’m getting a check The Delta Lady put a professional medal 'round my neck. [Bridge] I saw the big names, I shared the same air Dangerfield, Rivers—yeah, I was right there Sold a joke, shared a smoke, opened for the best But life has a way of putting the punchline to rest L.A. was a mountain, then the family came Then a tragedy in Utah changed the whole game The road got long, and the lights started to dim But I wouldn’t trade a single mile for a whim. [Verse 3] From an Avon Park chorus to the Senior Games Three hundred venues, too many to name I stood at the banquet, giving it one last go When my wife started heckling from the very front row A fitting final nail in the comedy box Just a man and a microphone and a few hard knocks. [Chorus] Yeah, I kept on writing, kept on searching for the light From the Delta Lady to the middle of the night Five minutes of silence, then a laugh or two That’s the spark that carried this comic through From the circus dream to the setting sun I was chasing the funny... and damn, it was fun! [Outro] Regrets? I had a few... But I made the memories, and I made the friends And that’s how the comedy story... (Wait for it...) That's how it ends. [Big Final Chord.] (Thank you! You’ve been a great crowd!) ...and the curtains close... [End]
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