Decameron 2020: The Hit Business

Bird perched on roof gutter with leaves.

The Hit Business
By Art Cerf

Hereโ€™s a tufted titmouse on my roof. It has nothing to do with this story, but I love these little songbirds.

Elliot Myers was a second-rate song writer and a third-rate musician.

On the dark side of 30, he lived in his motherโ€™s basement and had no job other than the occasional gig with his band, the Misfits, (No, not those Misfitsโ€ฆhe only wishedโ€ฆand was about 40 years too late.) playing at high school dances and old peopleโ€™s homes. Seldom were they ever offered a return gig.

Elliot wrote voraciouslyโ€ฆsongs like โ€œCat, Man Do!,โ€ โ€œThe Red Light that Stopped My Heart,โ€ and his favorite, โ€œI Married a Giant Squidโ€ which started, โ€œIโ€™m as happy as can be when she wraps her arms around me.โ€

Not surprisingly, no record labels were interested. No one bought his home-recorded music over the internet. And the only thing streaming was his tears.

One night in despair, he penned โ€œDancinโ€™ with the Covid Blues.โ€  He posted it online for free. It was truly terrible and tastelessโ€ฆand people started to listen to it. Lots of people. So many people that a  record company offered to buy it and give him a percentage of the profits. Thatโ€™s when it really took off.

Soon it was on the Billboard 100. Then in the Top Tenโ€ฆand finally, number one for 12 weeks!

Elliot was on fire. His other creations were recorded, and while they werenโ€™t quite as awful at the Covid hit, they fattened his bank account even more.

Soon he became a TV celebrity, dated women way out of his league and even got a cover on โ€œThe Rolling Stone.โ€

(Now I know how you readers are looking ahead, predicting heโ€™ll get Covid and die. You are wrong. Instead he was crossing the street with his headphones on, listening to his favorite tunes and while not paying attention, was hit by a bus!)

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