Decameron 2020: The Hit Business
The Hit Business
By Art Cerf
Hereโs 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 motherโs basement and had no job other than the occasional gig with his band, the Misfits, (No, not those Misfitsโฆhe only wishedโฆand was about 40 years too late.) playing at high school dances and old peopleโs homes. Seldom were they ever offered a return gig.
Elliot wrote voraciouslyโฆsongs like โCat, Man Do!,โ โThe Red Light that Stopped My Heart,โ and his favorite, โI Married a Giant Squidโ which started, โIโm 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 โDancinโ with the Covid Blues.โ He posted it online for free. It was truly terrible and tastelessโฆand 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. Thatโs when it really took off.
Soon it was on the Billboard 100. Then in the Top Tenโฆand finally, number one for 12 weeks!
Elliot was on fire. His other creations were recorded, and while they werenโt 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 โThe Rolling Stone.โ
(Now I know how you readers are looking ahead, predicting heโll 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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