Thanks, Bill. Really appreciate you taking the time to look it over. I'll let you in on a secret, though. Most people think that this stack is a work of fiction. It isn't. It's a songwriting journal dressed up as fiction. The real fiction is over on my other stack, and that is fiction dressed as reality. So even we're confused!
Cheers Marty. Glad you enjoyed it. You will nearly always find a song in our posts here. Good or bad. But Night Trippin’? Really enjoyed that. So thank you in return.
Billy’s leaning back in his chair, fag on, chair legs screeching, Trev and Dave braced for impact.
BILLY: I’m tellin’ you two, Substack’s meant to be the bright new dawn of culture. Culture. Can you imagine? This place? Half the writers can’t pour tea without spillin’ their inner child all over the lino.
(he clocks Mark in the comments.)
BILLY (to camera - Monologue)
You - yeah, you, Mark. Cheers for sayin’ nice things about the Billy cards. Proper gentleman move.
But Mark, listen close: get out while you’ve still got your dignity. This lot’ll have you writin’ manifestos by Tuesday. Unfollow, unsubscribe, block the whole parade. It’s a madhouse. Don’t say I didn’t try n' warn ya.
Billy swings back to Trev and Dave, taps ash into his saucer.
BILLY (to his mates)
Anyway, I was up the pub with them Good Boy Records boys last night. Lovely fellas. Offered me a contract - big talk, serious faces, whole production.
I told ’em, “Stick it up your arse, lads, I’m not for sale.”
MJ, thank you - your note genuinely meant a lot. I’ve been reading your work, and it’s clear you’ve put in the miles and still manage to bring real warmth to everything you do. That’s a rare gift.
This little song came from something you wrote that sparked something in me, and I’m glad it reached you in the right spirit. It’s good to cross paths with someone who shows up with heart and does the work.
Welcome aboard. Your writing is intriguing. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks, Bill. Really appreciate you taking the time to look it over. I'll let you in on a secret, though. Most people think that this stack is a work of fiction. It isn't. It's a songwriting journal dressed up as fiction. The real fiction is over on my other stack, and that is fiction dressed as reality. So even we're confused!
As long as you know what goes where everything will work!
Awesome song, I could feel the warmth of the sun shining in it !
Hi Debra, thank you very much. Really appreciate it. Listened to your song Unity today. Powerful.
Thank you, that means a lot to me to hear, especially from someone of your talent. 😊
Wow! Such a good song. Excellent! Thanks for this, Good Boy Records.
Cheers Marty. Glad you enjoyed it. You will nearly always find a song in our posts here. Good or bad. But Night Trippin’? Really enjoyed that. So thank you in return.
Lovin your vibe!
Thanks very much. I like what you do too.
Great submission, I really enjoyed this!
You're too kind, good sir, too kind. Thank you.
Welcome. It great to be here !
Thank you, Thersa. Good to meet you.
Congratulations!
Ahhh... Cheese Muse, thank you, thank you. No matter the outcome, we'll always have... chicken soup cheese.
Cool story.
I found you guys when I saw this Billy Bullshit cards.
Hope you get more people following you, you’re good guys!
INT. GREASY SPOON CAFÉ, LONDON - MORNING
Billy’s leaning back in his chair, fag on, chair legs screeching, Trev and Dave braced for impact.
BILLY: I’m tellin’ you two, Substack’s meant to be the bright new dawn of culture. Culture. Can you imagine? This place? Half the writers can’t pour tea without spillin’ their inner child all over the lino.
(he clocks Mark in the comments.)
BILLY (to camera - Monologue)
You - yeah, you, Mark. Cheers for sayin’ nice things about the Billy cards. Proper gentleman move.
But Mark, listen close: get out while you’ve still got your dignity. This lot’ll have you writin’ manifestos by Tuesday. Unfollow, unsubscribe, block the whole parade. It’s a madhouse. Don’t say I didn’t try n' warn ya.
Billy swings back to Trev and Dave, taps ash into his saucer.
BILLY (to his mates)
Anyway, I was up the pub with them Good Boy Records boys last night. Lovely fellas. Offered me a contract - big talk, serious faces, whole production.
I told ’em, “Stick it up your arse, lads, I’m not for sale.”
(pause, drags on the fag, eyes narrowing)
…Signed it an hour later. They bought me a pie.
Cheers!
This is the coolest thing ever, Codsworth! Thank you🙏
Great essay🥲 and unbelievable song😎🤘 my new friend. Happy Writing!
MJ, thank you - your note genuinely meant a lot. I’ve been reading your work, and it’s clear you’ve put in the miles and still manage to bring real warmth to everything you do. That’s a rare gift.
This little song came from something you wrote that sparked something in me, and I’m glad it reached you in the right spirit. It’s good to cross paths with someone who shows up with heart and does the work.
I look forward to getting to know you more.