Showing posts with label hip hop. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Week 52, Day 358 - "Turkey In The Straw"

“Turkey In The Straw”

Written by Joe Janes

1/11/10

358 of 365

Cast:

Organ Grinder, 60s

Monkey, 40s

Lilly, early teens

Dad, 40s

(Lights up on the Organ Grinder, an older, overweight man with a too tight, ornate vest and a fez-like hat. The Monkey wears a similar vest and hat. The Organ Grinder leans against the wall, seemingly asleep. He has one hand on his calliope organ and the other holds a leash. The Monkey, on the leash, is curled up on the ground, and also appears to be sleeping. Lillie and her dad walk by.)

LILLY

Look, Dad. What’s that? Are they homeless?

(The Organ Grinder and the Monkey open their eyes, but don’t move.)

DAD

No, dear. It’s an organ grinder. You give him a nickel and he plays his organ and the monkey dances for us.

LILLY

I have a nickel.

(She puts a nickel in a cup on top of the organ. The organ grinder cranks the handle of the organ and plays a measure of “Turkey In The Straw.” The monkey hops up and down and grins while he does this. Song over. Monkey lays back down and the Organ Grinder lies back against the wall.)

LILLY

That was disappointing.

DAD

Well, Lilly, it was only a nickel. You have to admit, that was worth a nickel.

LILLY

I guess. What happens if you give them a dollar?

DAD

I don’t think they’d do anything diff-

(Lillie plops a dollar into the cup. Lights shift and a heavy-beat dance hip hop version of “Turkey In The Straw” fires up when the Organ Grinder cranks the organ. The Monkey busts some serious moves as the Organ Grinder raps.)

ORGAN GRINDER

Well I hitched up the wagon and I drove down the road,

With a two horse wa-gon and a four horse load,

I saw a tur-key bird just a play'n in the hay,

But he sure couldn't have known it was thanks gi-vin' day.

Tur-key in the straw , in the straw, straw straw straw

Tur-key in the hay, in the hay, hay hay hay.

I ran and ran till my feet were sore,

but I aint nev-er gon-na catch the Tur-key in the Straw.

Well I had a Little chicken and she had a wooden leg,

She's the finest little chicken that has ever laid an egg,

Well she laid a lot more than any chicken on the farm,

But another little drink wouldn't do her any harm

Well if frogs had wings and snakes had hair,

And automobiles went a-flying through the air,

And if water melons grew on a huckleberry vine,

we'd have winter the the sunny summertime.

Word.

(Lights go back to normal as the Organ Grinder goes back to leaning against the wall as the Monkey coffee grinds into being curled up on the ground, again.)

DAD

Well, I think we learned something here, Lilly.

LILLY

You get what you pay for?

DAD

That “Turkey In The Straw” has lyrics. Who knew?

(Blackout.)

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Week 14, Day 97 - “Walter Goldstein, Angry Hip-Hop Poet”

“Walter Goldstein, Angry Hip-Hop Poet”
Written by Joe Janes
4/25/09
97 of 365

CAST:
Jenny, 20s
Walter, 20s

(Lights up on Jenny, dark clothes and glasses, at a microphone.)

JENNY
Welcome, everyone, to the Surge for Global Peace. Thanks for coming out and fighting for the end of violence on our planet. In the back, my mom made falafels. Hi, Mom. Help yourself, but please only take one until we know if we have enough for everyone to have two. We have lots of performers and lecturers here today. First up, is a well-known hip hop poet, and my boyfriend, please put your hands together, for Walter Goldstein!

(Walter comes on stage. He is a white guy with white guy dreadlocks and he looks angry. He and Jenny kiss passionately. She exits. Walter grabs the microphone from the stand.)

WALTER (still angry)
What’s up, SGP? I am Walter Goldstein, hip-hop poet. And I come with a message of both peace and love. Here is a poem I wrote just for this event. It’s called “Message of Both Peace and Love.”

Welcome y’all to the Surge for Global Peace,
Roll up your world sleeves, give some elbow grease,
Time for us to start use some violence,
Show these idjits that they are just real dense,
Fighting for peace with my army of love,
My bombs ‘splode with the shrapnel of a dove.
The piece I carry is a piece of peace,
Shoot slugs of friendship into your face…feece
I don’t do drugs for I am high on life,
Get me to rehab, I’m high as a kite.
Won’t stop fighting till there’s tranquility,
Fists of peace pummel possibility,
High speed Peace Trains are coming down the tracks,
Splitting cows of war just like it was an ax,

Who wants hamburger?

I love you, daddy.

Peace in.

(He drops the mic and exits. Blackout.)