I grew up watching a lot of variety shows, sitcoms, and some very clever comedians and improvisational shows. The Carol Burnett Show, the Tonight Show (with Johnny Carson), or Monty Python’s Flying Circus were some. As an adult, Home Improvement, Everybody Loves Raymond, and King of Queens would make “average families” amusing. These days, television entertainment has had talent shows, singing contests, and political circuses.
Well, Tuesday night might have been one of those inspirational evenings. I spent a lot of time blogging. With damp dog “aromatherapy” filling the house, the rain lulling the dogs to sleep, my second evening of twanging on a guitar (I now have the string order memorized! * And my loving wife was punching away on a bag in the “exercise” room. With my guitar-tuning exercise complete for another evening, I have some idea for musical flash fiction.
- punching my way back to you, love – a boxer’s love song. Given a standing-8 count out by the Four Seasons
- tears and dog hair on my pillow – mood music for a dog groomer, but not quite right for the musical Grease
- You can‘t tune a guitar but you can tuna fish – a tone-deaf roadie’s short tour with REO Speedwagon
Comet is great at improv. He’s trying right now to type this words into my computer:
“Only you can take me for a walk; only she can fill my empty bowl…..”
Hmm. If not a fiction writer, I can always let Comet write country music lyrics.