Everyone You Know is Getting Married (Lyrics)

Mornings are for writing novels, afternoons for work, and evenings are for writing musicals.

Lately I’ve been blowing off steam working on the 2012 New York Melodrama, which is kinda sorta about the MTA, except set in the old west.  Now that the song writing bit is winding down and the producing / casting / acting bit is winding up, my piano hours have been spent tinkering with a musical feature film. My concept is something like Reservoir Dogs, except a ten-year high school reunion… Anyway, the story is still coming together, and I’ve written two-and-a-half out of 12-or-so songs. It’s seriously undeveloped, but I wanted to share with y’all the first half of a song I’ve been tinkering with this week.

The Scene: Three female friends at their ten-year high school reunion find common ground in their frustrations over everyone they know getting married. They’re not jealous. Maybe two of them are already married. They’re just sick of other people’s weddings taking over their social lives (which, for those of you who are not yet twenty-seven, believe me, it feels that way sometimes). The girls exchange lines in the middle of the verse.


Everyone You Know is Getting Married: 

Everyone you know is getting married,

…In the summer!
…In the spring!
…In time for Christmas!

Save the date and be so kind to R.S.V.P.
Every weekend for the next five years will be,
Cordially appropriated in the name of matrimony


Everyone you know is getting married,

…In Orlando!
…On the Vineyard!
…At my mother’s…

Book your rooms and don’t forget to book them early.
Doesn’t matter if you can’t afford the flight,
We don’t mind if you’re confined to Greyhounds over night.

Everyone you know is getting married,
It’s a matrimonial blight!


Everyone you know is having babies,

…In the autumn!
…Oh you’re glowing!
…I’m enormous…

Ladies get together and we’ll plan a shower.
We’re so glad you’re passing on your DNA!
We’ll expect the labor pictures up on Facebook any day now.

Everyone you know is getting married,
And some with a bun on the way!


New Facebook Buttons at the Daily Fig

I’ve got opinions. The good people at Figment are letting me shout about them.

Facebook Totally Needs a ____ Button

Facebook only has a Like button— and okay you can Unlike something you’ve already Liked, but that’s way too limiting. What about all those special circumstances when “like” is just too vague?

What Facebook really needs is a ____ button…

Read the post at the Daily Fig…

One Nation, Under a Format: Smith on Sorkin on Zuckerberg

Zadie Smith’s article on the film SOCIAL NETWORK, very loosely based on the social network site FACEBOOK, which is very loosely based on real life, is a kind of po-mo Mobius strip. But it’s got some good bits, like the ones below, and is definitely worth reading (and reblogging).

To ourselves, we are special people, documented in wonderful photos, and it also happens that we sometimes buy things. This latter fact is an incidental matter, to us. However, the advertising money that will rain down on Facebook—if and when Zuckerberg succeeds in encouraging 500 million people to take their Facebook identities onto the Internet at large—this money thinks of us the other way around. To the advertisers, we are our capacity to buy, attached to a few personal, irrelevant photos.



Software may reduce humans, but there are degrees. Fiction reduces humans, too, but bad fiction does it more than good fiction, and we have the option to read good fiction. Jaron Lanier’s point is that Web 2.0 “lock-in” happens soon; is happening; has to some degree already happened. And what has been “locked in”? It feels important to remind ourselves, at this point, that Facebook, our new beloved interface with reality, was designed by a Harvard sophomore with a Harvard sophomore’s preoccupations. What is your relationship status? (Choose one. There can be only one answer. People need to know.) Do you have a “life”? (Prove it. Post pictures.) Do you like the right sort of things? (Make a list. Things to like will include: movies, music, books and television, but not architecture, ideas, or plants.)

But here I fear I am becoming nostalgic. I am dreaming of a Web that caters to a kind of person who no longer exists. A private person, a person who is a mystery, to the world and—which is more important—to herself. Person as mystery: this idea of personhood is certainly changing, perhaps has already changed. Because I find I agree with Zuckerberg: selves evolve.