As many of you may or may not be aware,
I am a fairly prolific songwriter. And when I say 'prolific', I really mean
'I have released two albums, I'm recording a third right now, and if I had the money, I would be heading straight back into the studio for number four, just to try to get some of my backlog down on CD.' It's been determined that there's just about nothing I'll refuse to write a song about. I'm not much for bathroom humor or things of that sort, but I've written songs ranging from the sweet and wistful to the cheerfully macabre, and the ratio stays pretty consistent at fifty/fifty 'really pretty'/'totally crazy.'
Last year, after reading a fabulous book called The Return of the Black Death: the World's Greatest Serial Killer, I wrote a song titled, naturally enough,
'The Black Death.' (The lyrics are linked so that you can understand the horror.) Several CDC installations have printouts of this song tacked to their walls, and at least one teacher has decided to use it as part of his lesson plans. I Have Arrived.
Quoth the teacher in question:
"I gave the students lyric sheets and had them listen and list 'reasons why epidemiologists think that the Black Death was NOT Bubonic Plague.' Some of the kids, when I asked the same question on the test, even quoted back song lyrics!"
I WIN AT EVERYTHING.