My first hit single

Now I have little – make that no – songwriting experience, but they say “write what you know” and with what I know, I may just be onto something.

The house I rent has a separate small downstairs unit. There is a little boy who lives down there with his mother and sister. His mother has never once taken our shared trash can to the curb even though the trash comes twice a week. Not once. And it’s a long driveway and steep as well. Her trash makes it into the bin: I’ve seen it in there. I guess she figures magic elves are doing the rest. Kind, helpful, embittered, magic elves that live upstairs and have nothing better to do but shlep your trash up and down steep hills twice a week. Maybe they could come over and wash your dishes while they’re at it? Elves live to serve you!

Anywho, the little boy’s name is Luca, and our interactions – all three of them – have pretty much gone like this.

Him: “Who are you!?”
Me: “I’m Vanessa. I live upstairs.”
Him: “oh.”

Never once has he asked about the magic elves, but I have to suspect he wonders where I’m hiding them or whether they could come over and do his homework for him. Apple. Tree. You can fill in the blanks.

So anyway, from what I’ve pieced together, my entry way shares a wall with his living room. The other night I heard Luca screaming bloody murder through the wall, and then I heard a woman pleading with him to “stop hitting yourself!”

Just like that – almost like magic – I came up with a song. I’m kind of stunned at how it materialized so easily in my head. It’s just a first draft, and I’m a little shy about sharing something unworked like this, but I think it has potential.

Be gentle:

My name is Luca.
I live on the first floor.
I live downstairs from you
But I don’t think I’ve seen you before.

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me to help with the trash

Am I getting ahead of myself if I already started working on my Grammy acceptance speech?

Kanye had better not interrupt me. I’m not nearly so sweet as that Taylor Swift…

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6 Responses to “My first hit single”

  1. Rosi

    I personally think it will be a hit. Will you be playing a ukelele when you sing it?

  2. Maxxy

    WOW – like, I’ve almost got that in my head already, it MUST be good. You obviously could go by the name of Vanessa though…too obviously…..maybe you could change it…..but maybe keep a couple of the letters….I don’t know like….V an E ss A, maybe shorten it…..VESA…no no that’s silly…….how about VEGAS ?? too glitzy ?? – VEGA !!! – Man I’m a genius…….

  3. Frothy Afterbirth

    The RIAA are going to come after you for copyright infringement. But screw them, they are minions of Satan.

  4. wideawakeinwonderland

    Agreed, Frothy! Screw them! I’m Vanessa Vega. I live on the second floor!!!

  5. wideawakeinwonderland

    Oh, how I love thee, let me count the ways…
    1) I love you for your near-four-years of loyalty (and sporadic showing up is still loyalty so long as you show up. You are, in fact, in the “inner circle” minus the fact there isn’t one.)
    2. You speak your honest truth so sweetly and even painfully at times.
    3. You come up with SUPER DUPER GENIUS ideas such as these. Vanessa Vega. Why the hell didn’t I think of this sooner!?!?!?!?

  6. wideawakeinwonderland

    Rosi: I have a ukulele, but I’ve been a bit lax in learning how to play it.
    I’m pretty solid on the guitar, however…
    That stated, due to threats of being sued and other mean and lame and not very nice stuff, perhaps the uke will at least mask my blatant…um…plaigarism. ???