"Dinky Dunky Donkey Flunky"

The most unpleasant thing about getting older is that things hurt. There is no reason for them to hurt, yet they do. My back, my feet, my shoulder, my neck, my teeth, and my knees all have their moments of random pain. Most of these aches and pains come on unannounced with no apparent cause. In the event that I hurt myself my banging into something or tripping clumsily, any injury I do to myself seems to take forever to heal. And I get tired far too quickly and easily. Then there are the wrinkles and the dry skin and the flabby gut and the slightly receding hair line and receding gum line. Don’t even get me started on failing memory and eyesight!

Worst of all is the temperamental muse. I used to be able to write songs all the time. These days unless I really force myself to write, it doesn’t happen. There is perhaps some consolation in the fact that as a result of this predicament, I am developing more discipline as a writer. I try to do it regularly. I set both time and word count goals for myself. Even a weird little ditty like “Dinky Dunky Donkey Flunky” represents an accomplishment of some sort.

My writing these days tends to be things other than songs, though I am getting some bonus mileage out of old lyrics by using them as starting points for these blog posts.

Side note: I just ate some crackers and cheese that didn’t go very well together and left a nasty taste in my mouth. I’m going to make some tea.

Current listening: David Cassidy, Rock Me Baby

Dinky Dunky Donkey Flunky

© 2011 Brian Hutzell

Hey hey

I’m a donkey

Just monkey-fucking around

Scrawling my fragmented ravings

Howling at the joon mune

Whistling a slappy toon

“Magic”

Brian Hutzell

"Treat For A Trick"

Here is another song from my Ashley Standing period. This one is not very subtle. Back in 1995, I was looking pretty good. Fit, tan, young. These days, I try to run and exercise, but my back and my knees sometimes have other ideas. It’s becoming more of a challenge to not blob out. Last night, as I was brushing my hair, I panicked, thinking there was more hair left in the brush than there should be. Hitomi reassured me that I still have plenty of hair. That still doesn’t explain the old guy in the mirror.

Treat For A Trick

© 1995 Brian Hutzell

One night, going all the way

Not right, but there are bills to pay

I don’t have many options

And I’m running out of time

I’m jumping at chances I’d normally decline

Bad news: I’m positive

There's something wrong with me, but I still want to live

You don’t want to hear this, but you need to know

And I'd like to ask favor before I go

How about a treat for a trick?

It's not much to ask, and I hate to beg

So let’s make it simple and quick

Like the act that landed us in this bed

Funny how one moment makes such a difference

Sorry now I didn’t put up more defense

The trick is to land on our feet

Your assistance would be a treat

This thing is with me everyday

Escape -- I wish there was a way

I’ve got a new companion

Who is introducing me to ever-widening circles

Sharing one adversity

How about a treat for a trick?

It's not much to ask, and I hate to beg

So let’s make it simple and quick

Like the act that landed us in this bed

Funny how one moment makes such a difference

Sorry now I didn’t put up more defense

The trick is to land on our feet

Your assistance would be a treat

"All Together Vertical"

Brian Hutzell