Instead of changing her name to “Esther” and blabbing about it to anyone who would listen, I think Madonna should have changed her name to something secret, kinda like Rumplestiltskin did, waiting in silence for people to guess what it was and then awarding a prize to the winner, because then we could all get together and agree to not guess the new name and she would remain silent for a very long time, which would be a much nicer sound than anything on American Life.
I have written a new song that needs a topic and lyrics. I’ll take care of the words if you, my beautiful and intelligent readership, will tell me the topic. Vote in the poll on the left — your additional observations and requests are welcomed in the comments.
The song includes the following instruments: a guitar played in the “alt. rock” style that was so in fashion ten years ago, an awful drum loop I found somewhere on the Net, and a five-year-old banging a wooden spoon against a saucepan. Other sounds I may add in editing include: the insistent meows of a kitten, the soundtrack to a television show on fishing, the Yellow Pages being dropped onto a basement floor from a height of nine feet, agitated chickens, and clips from better songs performed by much more talented musicians.