Finish the Feed and Plug the Thing! (And Play the Music!)
Today, under the cut, I shall demonstrate my new ability to create original music that might be recordable! (Guest Starring the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel!)
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So! I am doing a Hazbin Hotel fic, while working sporadically on the serial. It involves David and I have a lot to say about mental health, fictional universes and massive multiversal crossovers, so it's still technically serial content, even if you may not want to read it.
But, I like to use side projects to experiment. I have to have something I like enough to put a lot of effort in, but I don't want to feel terrible if that effort comes to nothing. The fic happened because I drew David Vivzie-style to test my drawing ability and stamina. (It's improving! I can draw! Slowly!)
I am writing MUSIC with STAGE DIRECTIONS for David's stay at the Hotel, both reprises of Hazbin Hotel tunes with new lyrics, and new songs with public domain melodies. There is a LOT of music in the public domain. I've been filking pop songs, but that's still legally grey. When I filk this stuff, there's no limits!
...but that's not true, because a lot of it doesn't have lyrics. My process up until now has involved rewriting music with existing lyrics. Never before did I tackle an instrumental. Now I have!
I would call it a 75% success. It scans, fairly well, but I think I made an error in choice of melody. I LOVE this raggy 1925 arrangement of Hungarian Rhapsody - I listened to it a million times to do this and I STILL love it - but if you actually had to sing it at speed, I think your tongue would fly off. Hamilton has unsingable music like that, too, but I think this came out too complex to be catchy. I can barely sing it and I WROTE it!
Nevertheless, here it is (stage directions omitted for ease of reading along fast enough to keep up), with some background on the fic for context: David has, at this point, convinced Alastor they were best friends in the 20s, and made friends with Angel Dust in a more conventional way. Alastor does not wish to be second-best at anything (we've already got a canon song about that!) and is registering an objection from the piano.
...That's probably still incomprehensible, but the point is, it scans. You gotta ignore the intro and start reading when the treble kicks in, but I do think it scans.
ALASTOR: Funnily, we’re both used to dining with refinement
Trust two chefs to know
I thought our dinner was almost perfect
When the waiter served it
But then you fondle
The ketchup bottle!
There’s bearnaise right there on the platter, what’s the matter?
Must you stoop so low?
Horrors! It’s just as if you called the sous-chef over —
“This needs salting!” So insulting!
DAVID: Darling! The sauce is no improvement
If the meat is poor
With ketchup, there’s no dressing there to dress up
No one loves a pompous bore,
Bestie!
A: If that’s better, I’ll do better
Don’t we both play well together?
Formal wear is not required
Friendship outshines one’s attire
And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend
Remember I’m your dearest friend
I won’t compete, it’s not a test
I can’t be beat, I’m always best
D: Although your doubtful dedication’s
Quite despicable
I don’t envy your situation
That’s forgivable
A: I’m dedicated when it’s worth it
Is that true for you?
And of course my friends deserve it
What I’d do for you!
D: Oh, I forgot, my poor coat is soaking
Might you mop up my reckless joking?
A: If that’s better, I’ll do better
Don’t we both play well together?
D: And one more thing, I’m a little squeamish
You think we could keep the murders cleanish?
A: If that’s better, I’ll do better
Don’t we both play well together?
D: You’re so competitive
Do you just want to win?
A (counterpoint) : (If that’s better, I’ll do better)
D: Hey, I need devotion, too, if you’ve a notion to!
You can’t be listening
Might you do anything?
A: (If that’s better, I’ll do better)
D: A fur coat, a fancy car, how ‘bout a chocolate bar?
A: If that’s better, I’ll do better
Don’t we both play well together?
D: For the salt lick, I hope I’m forgiven?
I show respect with little gifts given
A: If that’s better, I’ll do better
Don’t we both play well together?
D: If I’ve annoyed, I think I should mention
I just enjoy all kinds of attention
A: And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend
Remember I’m your dearest friend
I won’t compete, it’s not a test
I can’t be beat, I’m always best
And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend
Remember I’m your dearest friend
I won’t compete…
D: Can we have sex?
A: I ca… [spoken] Old friend, if you were a woman… I’d turn lavender [note: 20s slang for gay] with shame.
D: Ah. Tant pis! Shave and a haircut, no sale!
It diverges at the end, they need time to talk to each other, but it's very close!
And I should add how I "transcribed" the music to write that, because it almost broke me. It was so silly I started cackling and had to confess what I was doing and show the spouse the placeholder lyrics. You see, transcribing the beats and stresses as dashes and numbers wasn't working, so I decided to use words. I decided to listen to this music over and over, trying to find words that had a matching rhythm, and place them into stanzas with a rhyming scheme. THIS is what THAT looks like:
It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady
It’s an onion bowl
Oh but it’s not a begonia-bopper
It’s a hot dog topper
It’s a taco
And it’s a tico
It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady
It’s an onion bowl
Oh ba-by but it’s not a holy hanger it’s a radio
And it’s okay but it’s just a
Samples! It’s not a rosy robber
It’s an onion bowl
It’s not a motherfucking compsognathus
It is just an onion bowl
But it’s
Not a pony in a pickup
It’s a doughnut in a slicker
It’s no pony in a pickup
It’s a tuesday hiccup coat
And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs
And applesauce, and applesauce
And jellybeans and jellybeans
And polka dots and polka dots
It isn’t very much to listen
It’s okay but it’s
Not much of a good decision
It’s okay but it’s
It isn’t very much to listen
It’s okay but it’s
Not much of a good decision
It’s okay but it’s
Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t
Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t
Not a pony in a pickup
It’s a doughnut in a slicker
Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t
Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t
Not a pony in a pickup
It’s a doughnut in a slicker
It’s a blue doughnut boy
he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup)
And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not
It’s a blue doughnut boy
he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup)
And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not
Not a pony in a pickup
It’s a doughnut in a slicker
It’s not a puddle puck in a piston
It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen
Not a pony in a pickup
It’s a doughnut in a slicker
It’s not a puddle puck in a piston
It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen
And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs
And applesauce, and applesauce
And jellybeans and jellybeans
And polka dots and polka dots
And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs
And applesauce, and applesauce
And jellybeans and jellybeans
And polk—
It’s not anybody it is just a
Camaro cap!
I can't sing that version either ("It's not a motherfucking compsognathus!" I'm dying! 😵I'm dead!) but I'm still fond of it. And look, it worked! Kinda!
If I want to do this for the actual serial, I may have to pick simpler music, or simplify it by choosing PART of the melody to use and repeat. I can't write or read musical notation, but most people can't either, so if I can link you to a piano roll or someone's recording of an old record, we can both sing along on the internet. And maaaybe some day I'll be able to record something. I wouldn't be good at playing or singing, but if you throw enough money at me, I can pay someone!
SO PLEASE GO BEG PEOPLE TO READ ME AND GIVE ME MONEY! THANK YOU!
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