A while back, a neighbor’s little ankle biter pooch was the focus of a songwriting lesson.
The short history is, Woody, the little ‘shlit,’ the second his owners crack the door open to let him out, comes flying to our back yard and lays his nasty bidniz on our lawn.
I guess leashes must be against his owner’s religion. Thou shalt not leasheth thy pooch.
I’ve held my tongue in honor of my wife… not sure how much I can hold off.
But anyway.
I always joked to make light of it, and keep myself from piling a heap of Woody-doo on their doorstep, setting fire to it, and ringing the bell at 2:00AM.
My little joke at our house is, I call him Woodrow. Nothing against the pup, he’s probably pretty cool. Fact is, I know he is. He’s got his owner’s at the tip of his little paw, and they don’t have a clue.
If he were a rabbit, he’d have to be Bugs Bunny.
When they come a’screamin’ for him, I usually Laugh to my wife how Woodrow is campaigning the neighborhood. You know, like a real politician.
Smile at you, then turn around and do you a solid, and I’m not talkin’ a favor either…
Nothing against Woodrow Wilson, I wasn’t around when he was president. I was just funning the pooch’s name with the little presidential reference, and the ridiculous owners screaming at him to come home…
Daddy wants you home…
Brother wants you home…
Half running on the busy county road nearly becoming a Woodycake.
That was the big secret joke at our house, Woodrow.
I nearly pissed myself yesterday when his owner was yelling for Woody, but they didn’t call him Woody. They said…
“Mister Wilson, you get home right now.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I was just funnin’ around with that name, but now he’s graduated from ankle biter to former president of the United States of America?
I closed my office door with an unbelievable chuckle. Quite out loud I might add. Maybe embarrassing them will help save Woody from becoming breakfast sausage for some roadside scavenger bird.
So where’s the songwriting bit in all this?
Look, they can call that mutt Mister Wilson, Commander in Chief, or el Presidento, but he’s still the simple little doggie-woggie he is.
Similar is songwriting. We can drivel on about pentameter, fancy words like alliteration, dangled participles, and even a $10 word for saying POlice instead of police…
But it’s still just the simple elements of writing a song.
It’s how they are used… How they are put together which matters.
And that my songwriting friend, is what Tune Booster is about.
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