From: Supermouse
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [F] CCDE - Filk
Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 19:50:34 +0100
Paul Simon, You can call me Al, from the Graceland album.
***beginning***
Man walks to his tent, says
'Why am I short of attention now? Got a short little burst of attention, woh and my robes are so long. Where are my wife and family? Who put that pool there? Who'll be my role-model, now that my old costume is gone? Gone.' He ducked back up into the bar with some beardy- weirdy hatted writer guy.There were songs. There were thongs. There were incidents and accidents. There were filkathons and singalongs.
'If you'll bring your manager, you can do a show-and-tell. I can call you Terry, and Terry, when you call me, you can call me El. Call me El.'
Man walks to his tent. It's a tent in a strange field. Maybe it's the top field. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the jargon. He holds no supersoaker. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound.
The sound: afpers in the market place. Scatterlings and costume-wearers.
He looks around and around. He sees strangers in the biggest tent. Wierdness to infinity. He says
'Hello' and 'Pleased to meet ya!'
'If you'll bring your manager, you can do a show-and-tell. I can call you Terry, and Terry, when you call me, you can call me El.'
If you'll bring your manager, I can call you Terry'.
(repeat and fade)
***end***
Chris, on reading this filk, has pointed out that it makes little sense without an explanatory wossname. And he's right. It makes barely enough sense if you *did* see what I saw. So, for those that weren't there, or missed references, here is the song again, glossed:
***begin***
A man walks to his tent, says
'Why is it soft in the middle now? Why is it soft in the middle when the rest of the ground is so hard?
[I thought this bit was self-explanatory, but apparently not so. The 'it' referred to is the tent. Or the floor of the tent. Although the ground this year wasn't as peg-shatteringly hard as last year.]
I need a spot by the water-tap. I want to camp in a quiet place. Won't leave my underpants in a tent-peg graveyard.'
[There were two pairs of underpants (and many forgotten tent-pegs) left in the 'noisy' field that I saw. And apparently I missed a third pair this year, and a red pair seen wandering about the site last year as well.]
Book signing.
Book signing - fans in the sunlight.
'Bloody queue still goes right to the door. Mr Weerdfello,
['Mr Weerdfello' was just made up to fit the song. No reference to anything real or imaginary intended here.]
weird fellow, stack those books away from me. You know, I don't find job lots amusing any more'
'If you'll bring your manager, you can do a show-and-tell. I can call you Terry, and Terry, when you call me, you can call me El.'
Man walks to his tent, says
'Why am I short of attention now? Got a short little burst of attention, woh and my robes are so long.
[This is a reference to the masquerade, which is a judge-the-costume event at CCDE.]
Where are my wife and family? Who put that pool there?
[The paddling pool, by the bouncy castle, which was picked on purely because it scanned. It was really unremarkable otherwise. A version for Woozle would substitute 'wall' for 'pool'. :0/ (*hug*) ]
Who'll be my role-model, now that my old costume is gone? Gone.' He ducked back up into the bar with some beardy-weirdy hatted writer guy.
There were songs. There were thongs.
[Well, to be honest, I'm not totally sure about thongs in the underwear sense. But there was a whip.]
There were incidents and accidents. There were filkathons and singalongs.
'If you'll bring your manager, you can do a show-and-tell. I can call you Terry, and Terry, when you call me, you can call me El. Call me El.'
Man walks to his tent. It's a tent in a strange field. Maybe it's the top field. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the jargon. He holds no supersoaker. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound.
The sound: afpers in the market place. Scatterlings and costume-wearers.
He looks around and around. He sees strangers in the biggest tent. Wierdness to infinity.
[There were actually two largish tents (well, gazebos) that I noticed, but as they *both* had afpers in residence I'd say that the line should stand.]
He says
'Hello' and 'Pleased to meet ya!'
'If you'll bring your manager, you can do a show-and-tell. I can call you Terry, and Terry, when you call me, you can call me El.'
If you'll bring your manager, I can call you Terry'.
(repeat and fade)
***end***
Well, it beats doing a proper meet report.
Cordially,
Supermouse
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