“10,000″”
One of the infamous Posting Songs.
Listen to the Song
Story behind the Song
The song takes the form of a rant somewhat motivated by a New Year’s Eve gone bad close to midnight, which sponsored a lot of anger. Emotion almost always motivates great writing from me: I had had the music for the song laid out for a long time, but I couldn’t figure out what lyrics I wanted for it.
This song weaves together different layers of lyrics, even connecting some of them interestingly. (I especially like how I say “underscored” repeatedly underneath some other lyrics, and how I connected “what Del Close said” with the chorus.
The song’s lyrics are complimented by demonic voice modulations that are very loud and very scary. If you listen to this song in the dark, it can be quite a terrifying experience.
I like the song a lot. It is shocking and opinionated. It is a function of my relationship with the improv world at the time.
Lyrics
you step onto a message board
a message board, a message board
and you post a lot
you slit your throat on a message board
on a message board, on a message board
and you bleed a lot
[What is the Harold trying to say?
Just look at the end. Everything connects.
So don't you think the Harold is saying that--]
you cut your teeth on a message board
on a message board, on a message board
“you don’t think a lot”
you laid your wreath on a message board
on a message board, on a message board
you dug your grave, now take your plot
[What use is taking a suggestion
if you're just gonna do whatever you please?
Have you heard the phrase "Take a hint"?
Well take the hint! Go with it,
and fucking come back around to it!
Jesus Christ! Lord have mercy on our souls!]
Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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reputation, underscored,
underscored, underscored,
underscored, etc.,
… undeserved
[Don't you ever revise your maps?
Look at the territory? Improv has turned into
a bunch of back-patting, ass-grabbing, and
cluster-fucking. Where's the art?
Just because you call yourself an improviser,
doesn't mean you actually do it!]
Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Do It Do It
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Do It Do It
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This post is not Berrebbi Approved.
REPEAT: “I Do Not Need Berrebbi’s Approval”!
humanation in a mental ward
in a mental ward, in a mental ward
i can’t find my want
(i can’t find my want, i can’t find my want, etc.)
[The game of the scene is not what's interesting,
or what's funny, or the pattern of the scene.
My shirt has a fucking pattern.
The game of the scene is the interplay of wants.
Stop wasting time finding your feelings.
FIND YOUR WANT!]
[What is the Harold trying to say?
Just look at the end. Everything connects.
So don't you think that Del Close is saying--]
Do It Do It
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Do It Do It
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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[May I have a suggestion from the audience?
A word, a phrase, anything ...
Preferably not food.
We're all hungry.
Hungry for satisfaction.
And I want satisfaction.
GIMME A FUCKING SHOW!]
Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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Don’t Ben Don’t Been
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