Over on Facebook I made a throwaway mention of a musical about libertarians who knit a noose for hanging Ezra Pound. (It’s Down With Pound week, I guess)
Now thanks to my stupid pain meds I can’t get the concept out of my head. I’m actually writing a song AGAINST MY WILL. See, this is what people don’t get about being a writer. We writers say things like “I can’t not write” that sound all twee. But it’s the shortest way to describe this phenomenon where a germ of an idea gets stuck in the right side of your brain (I swear I can actually feel it) and cranks on and on. It won’t be ignored. I’m trying to read but now all my mind wants to do is write songs for an Ezra Pound musical.
So far we have two songs–the Finale, which is “Can’t Finish That Canto Now” and the song the Company sings while working on the noose, “Higher Than Haman”.
Here’s the chorus of Higher Than Haman:
Higher than Haman
He’ll swing for his hate
His loathing of Jews and
His fascist embrace
Of Hitler and Italy
That wicked expatriate!
Now maybe I can just go back to reading.