Lately I have been feeling blue about my finances, and have
been spending a lot of time trying to figure out ways to make more money
without actually having to work that hard for it. I have considered a second
job, but with a full time one, aging parents to care for, and a family I see
little enough as it is, it’s just not an appealing possibility. Not to mention
that if I worked at Target or The Gap I would spend as much as I earned, just
like that time I worked at Pacific Linen and had lovely, fabulous linens and
very little money left over. I could go back to teaching dance and am planning
on working on something in that direction this fall, but it could take months
to set something like that up. I could write dirty Twilight fanfic under a pseudonym
like Roxxy Wilde and sell a million eBooks, but then I would have to explain
where all that money came from, and how embarrassing would that be? (I’m just
assuming people would buy something I wrote - they would, wouldn’t they?)
Today I drove No. 1 to the airport for her summer visit with
her dad and as I was driving back, flipping through the radio
stations, I realized something: popular songs make no sense whatsoever. All you
need is some random rhyming words, references to designer clothing or a party,
and you are good to go. They can even be
full of outright lies, like telling people it doesn’t matter if you are
homeless or broke as long as you have love. (Really, Justin Beiber? Really?) So
I came up with my latest get-rich-quick idea: songwriting.
Most people don’t realize that very few recording artists
write their own songs, and that the songwriter
is the one who makes most of the money from album and single sales. (Along with
the producer, the record company, the agent, the publicist, the studio… the
list goes on and on, and by the time all is said and done the singer gets,
like, a nickel and is forced to tour constantly to support their rock ‘n roll
lifestyle. It’s true, I read all about it in People.) How hard can it be to
write a hit song? I watched that season of American Idol with Kara DioGuardi,
and that lady is no Einstein, and it seems like it would take a lot less time
than writing my own romance novel. So, here is my attempt at popular song
writing. Let me know what you think.
Flowers blue
and flowers red
I got
daisies on my head
Ought to
clean my flower bed
Gonna go to
math instead
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Benjamins,
yeah
Purses,
glasses, sandals, check
Where’s my
iPhone, what the heck?
Hot tub
outside on my deck
Golden
chains around my neck
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Benjamins,
yeah
Baby, baby,
please come home
Take my
private jet to Rome
Let’s live
underneath a dome
Call Armani
on the phone
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Count my
money
Oo-ooo count
my money
Benjamins,
yeah
Now all I need is a good beat (I'm thinking a sample of Copacabana), a singer, and an up-and-coming rapper to provide some filler material and I, too, can afford my very
own gold-plated wheelchair.