I forgot to mention TWO AWESOME THINGS that happened yesterday!
1. I'm in the lounge, chillin' before LL time, and Lisa's there on the phone with her mom. She says, "Yeah, Jen Grier's here! ... Oh, OK!" and hands the phone to me. Her mom then tells me how much she loooooooves my new hairstyle and how becoming it is on me, and that I was already a great sax player and the look just makes me more like a professional. (She saw me at jazz vespers... and I was also wearing my new suit! I looked like a faculty member! lol) This went on for a few minutes. It was flattering and sweet. :)
2. Tony LOVES my "Tin Pan Alley" tune. It's in the turn-of-the-century style, but I made hilarious lyrics. It's time I shared it with you! (COPYRIGHT (c) ME, JEN GRIER,
jen@jengrier.com! E-mail me for permission to reproduce, perform, or otherwise utilize this piece!)
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(This is just one of the drafts - the final version has much shinier chords. A demo track will follow soon enough.)
If you're not music savvy, here are the lyrics:
What can you do when you're girl is blue and
nothing you say works at all?
Tell her to smile, make each day worth her while, 'cause
someone's got a worse day than you.
Did you dog catch on fire? Did you milk just expire
and then spill across your income tax?
Did you wake up with SARS, or a slime thing from Mars?
Then what are you complaining for?
What can you do when your friend's confused and
seems to dwell on awful things?
Tell him to smile, make each day worth his while, 'cause
someone's got a worse day than you.
Did your car explode with a huge load of
grandmas, aunts, and new white pants?
Did you girlfriend dump you in a tank of sharks
and they left marks while your friends snarked and had a lark?
You might have the worse day, then.
When you get to the bit about "grandmas, aunts, and new white pants," imagine Tony saying "Aunts... I keep thinking ants! Like 'DAMNIT WHY DOES GRANDMA KEEP LEAVING HER FRIGGIN' ANTS IN THE CAR!?!?!" I laughed so hard I almost started crying. :) He wants me to perform it somewhere - or get it performed somewhere. Anyone want to do it for Dessert Theater? I'd sing, but my voice cracks towards the end. It's a real marathon.