SOMETHING TO PROVE

March 2, 2010

Doesn’t it seem as if there is more animosity in Washington, D.C., than ever before? They can’t get together on anything.  For their part, the Republican plan seems to boil down to a period of waiting for the next elections in November. They’re just sitting back, watching the Democratic party implode, and then the GOP will come in and change everything, right?  With all due respect, that sounds like the very same plan Cuba and most Latin American dictatorships have!

I watched Jerry Seinfeld’s new show, “The Marriage Ref.” Ouch. Is this the same ref. who was betting and throwing all those NBA games a couple of years ago? I hope so. Then they can arrest him, throw him in jail, and let this show head off into Jay-Leno-at-10pm-land.

SOMETHING TO PROVE

By Taylor Mason (from the song “Something To Prove” by Taylor Mason)

It was 1983 and I was wearing my favorite rugby shirt
Watching Mellencamp on Don Kirschners Rock Concert
20-plus years later I’m in a compromised position
Out on the west coast and I have an audition
For one of those
TV shows
That might use someone like me
The kind of show that might use me

The pianos’ not a piano it’s a Yamaha Motif
I said, “You must be kidding, this thing’s broken! Oh, Good grief!”
So the casting director takes a call and his assistant rolls her eyes
And I take the moment to change my subject matter on the fly
Love the process
Love the mess
Cause I am a survivor
I’ve always been a survivor

In walks a tattooed guy with a nose ring and bleached hair
He looks a lot like all the other production people there

He stares at me like I’m his dad – like I’m supposed to move
“I’m  working here, but you can stay, I have nothing to prove.”
He joins the staff
I get laughs
So I had something to prove
I lied, I had something to prove

The audition’s finally over, I’m to wait outside
With a bunch of creepy showbiz types, no place I can hide
A bubble-headed bleach blond says, “I’m in the industry.”
I say, “That’s great. You make steel? Or own a factory?”
L.A. hip-speak
I’m not hip
I just have something to prove
I always have something to prove

Now I’m flying home from audition one-thousand-and-ten
They liked me, BUT –  I’ll let ‘em hatch, before I count my chickens
Besides I have another, late this month, I’m back out west
I’ll walk into the interview and I’ll give them my best
Whatever
Whatsoever
I have something to prove
I always have something to prove