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these are example of musical pieces written with dave ogrin

Chicken Man aka The Hunger

By Nancy Cohen Instructions to the reader: In many cities prior to PETA, one could often find a bit of entertainment called the dancing chicken… usually found down dark alleys, there’s be a chicken in a cage and a slot where the audience would slip in a coin. Lights would come up, electric coils heated, under the foul’s feet. Then the music would start…and voila.. a dancing chicken.

We are on a busy New York street.. Horns blaring, bus wheels squeaking. Above the din, sounds of high, high heels. A frantic looking red haired woman is walking quickly.. .from what appears to be a court building, a woman on the move.  She has just been on jury duty.

                                                NICOLE

                                    (screaming to herself)

                        Oh, god, find me a jury of my peers. I hate jury duty!

I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. They didn’t give us a coffee break. Where’s the justice?

She fumbles in her bag for a banana…pulls it out, but it’s rotten.

                                                NICOLE

                        Just like my computer date… all pulp.

                        I don’t know this neighborhood. Where the hell can

                        I get lunch? I’m starving? For anything.

She finds a take out menu on the ground, reads from it and begins to sing.

HUNGER SONG

Bibimbap or udong

Sushi or  some ramen

Chow fun and a pizza

NO TOO COMMON

.

I’ll take one from column A,

column B.

I’m not scared of spicy,And wash it down

I’ll drink that sweet ice tea.With a glass of ice tea

There’s a hole inside of me,

This craving must be set free,

Voracious

I’m not so gracious

But I’m voracious

 Watch me close and see what I’m gonna do

 I’ve got wiles and style that’s awfully new

Voracious.

There’s a space I never fill,

A drive that won’t stand still,

Voracious,

I am loquacious

And so voracious.

Burrito or flauta

Mousse or an éclair,

Take me home to Bergdorf’s

Walmart you wouldn’t dare.

Silken robes and slippers

800 thread count sheets,

And someone soft to play with

I can almost feel the heat.

I’m so hungry I could eat a wild horse
Just one bite and I’m relieved,

It’s true, of course.

My head is crazy,

My eyes  OF COURSE

ARE HAZYofgrow hazy.

Calm me down and give me what I need.

Had no breakfast and not much for dinner please,

Running like a fool, no coffee,

sex or cheese.

My stomach’s in knots,

I wanna boycott.

Slow me down and give me what I need.

..

Work so hard to try and look so beautiful,

Stayin’ thin and on my game,

I’m very cool.

I ‘m a great designer,

I wear a rich black liner,.

Feed my soul or watch it start to bleed..

.

Give me something, to tied me over,

A bone, a  shot of love will do.

I’ll eat a chocolate

To stop this moanin’,

One lick I’m back on top

with …………serotonin.

Slow me down and give me what I need.

..

I’m so hungry I could eat a wild horse
Just one bite and I’m relieved,

It’s true, of course.

My head is crazy,

My eyes grow hazy.

Calm me down and give me what I need.

Hunger!

Nicole throws down menu and keeps walking… like a hunter stalking prey. She sees a lit store and walks in for directions.  It is very dark. But she hears a loud noise and is drawn to it. She doesn’t yet see the source, but hears the yells.

Chicken Man

The sky is falling… the sky is falling.  Look out the sky

 the sky is falling.

Nicole follows the sound. It sounds more and more desperate as she gets closer.  She is surprised at what she sees as she reaches the corner of the store. There, lit by a single bulb. Is a grown man looking somewhat like a chicken.  He is in a box and is jumping from one foot to the other.

                                                CHICKEN MAN

                        They sky is really really falling. Squack. The end is nigh.

                        Ow, my feet. It’s so hot on my toes!

                                        NICOLE

                    (hardly noticing his dismay because of her hunger)

You,  there… with the feathers. Where is that sushi place that

 was supposed to be here.  I’m in a massive rush and I’m starving to

 death.

Chicken Man continues to jump back and forth. The floor he is standing on is bright red …it is actually red hot wires under his feet. He must jump.

                                        CHICKEN MAN

Death …you want to talk death. I’ll give you death. Death is having to say the same line over and over for years: The sky is falling. I say it in my sleep!

                                                NICOLE

Oh I think I got it…didn’t I once see you giving out samples from a tray – in front of barbeque joint?

She approaches the cage and peers in, then backs up.

        CHICKEN MAN

Do I look like I have samples?

Nicole (sings)

Why are you familiar?

I don’t forget a face.

Was it a commercial

Or the egg and spoon race?

I know I’ve seen that chin before,

It’s my biz to spot that stuff,

But I’m sure you had a beard,

And  you used to have more fluff?

                                        CHICKEN MAN

No, I’ve never been able to grow a beard…(catches himself) but that’s not the point.. look The sky is falling….  Do you have a death wish?

NICOLE                                  

That’s rich, coming from a chicken.

I guess you’re really in a stew.

I’d like to dye your wattle.

Maybe soft lime or iceberg blue.

                                        CHICKEN MAN

Open up your eyes, you little carnivore – you, you reality slapper . The climate is going to pot.  The world is at war.  Give up.

NICOLE

Oh please, my slings are best sellers,

They fly off  the shelves,

My style ‘s so hot hot,

It’s like I work with elves.

CHICKEN MAN gives out a huge cry.

                                       CHICKEN MAN

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye!!

NICOLE

You must be on drugs

Cause you’re really quite mad.

Is it Add, AdHd,

 Bipolar ..or are you just sad?

          CHICKEN MAN

It’s not funny… I have PTMSD.

                                        NICOLE

What?                        

      CHICKEN MAN

Post traumatic media stress disorder,

Nicole looks confused.

CHICKEN MAN  

The papers blew the lid on this gig,

The story ran all over town,

How Henny my mom was a Polkette

And I’ve ended here like a clown.

Ten cents a dance what they pay me,

The heat burns on through the night,

I dream of my life on the big stage,

Too bad, I’ve got fear of the flight.

          NICOLE     .

What do you mean fear of ‘the ‘flight? Why don’t you leave? Call your manager…I know the economy is rough, but they always hire a chicken with talent.

                            CHICKEN MAN

You just don’t get it, do you? I’m paralyzed!!

CHICKEN MAN now sings Fear of Flying.

Fear of flying, for me it’s fear of flying.

It grounds me like a mouse stuck in a trap

Fear of flying, for me there’s no denying.

I’m just too bloody scared to go flap flap.

The years of crying, my career is simply dying,

No offers for the hero or the lead.

So fear of flying has landed me in shit and chicken feed.

I never made time for life, never had no chick nor wife,

My squack was heard around the world, for me success was rife.

But now I’m half dead inside, my liver’s almost fried,

The best thing you can do for me is hand me a sharp knife.

Fear of flying, For me, I’ve just trying

From leaving this small cage I call my home.

Fear of flying, it may seem stupefying.

But in my heart I know I’m scared to roam.

                                                NICOLE    

                              (recognizing her chance to be empathetic)

          I’d like to say I don’t understand…but I do

I used to make children’s wear, each season and I swear,

The pinks and blues were really very lame,

But I just kept on sewing, cause kids they kept on growing

And I was trapped by money and the  fame.

Fear of flying, I too had fear of flying

Cause I was stuck in limbo just like you.

But then I looked down the street, and saw all kinds of feet,

And started making shoes like Jimmy Choo.

Fear of flying, Now I’m beautifying,

The world with pumps and loafers everywhere.

Fear of flying, I have no need for lying,

Fly with me and you won’t have a care. 

She prances around in front of the cage, showing off her stilettos.

                                                NICOLE

          And every season… they cry out for new designs. Yes, I too was in a

box… you just have to get out!! Come on, don’t you want to have lunch? Make a comeback? See the great white way?

                                                CHICKEN MAN

 I just don’t know how. Maybe I’m out of style…a has been – it’s too late ..

I’m rusty… too old, too fat..

                                        NICOLE

This is absurd. So where is the key?

Chicken Man is jumping back and forth frantically.

                                        CHICKEN MAN

Ouch.. Oh, the owner took it…. I’m his cash cow and he won’t let me go.  And I need a pedicure… even my  few fans are disgusted with my feet!

                              NICOLE

I           Oh, let me look at it. 

Nicole approaches the cage door and fusses with the handle and the lock.

                                                NICOLE

            My slingback pumps last year had a tricky buckle design…a brass piece

based on a Renaissance hinge..hmm, let’s see…

Nicole fusses and finally pops open the cage door.

                                                NICOLE

                              Aah, ha..got it!

Nicole steps back. Chicken Man doesn’t move. She goes forward again and opens the door.

Chicken Man looks frozen as the red lights from the coils go off and the door is swinging open.

                                    CHICKEN MAN

Where did that breeze come from? It’s chilly with the coils off and the door open like that… I think I’ll go back to bed. I’ll miss the mold.

                              NICOLE

Oh, not on my watch.  If you don’t fly the coop, I’m gonna pluck you myself. Now come on. It’s better out here. Take my hand.

With that she reaches in and gives her his hand. He hesitates. She grabs his wing and tentatively he comes out of the cage.

Chicken Man now out of the cage, begins to test his feet and legs.  He is awkward at first and then with grace, starts sliding a bit around the floor.

                                    CHICKEN MAN

The air is better out here. Not that burning smell. (he sniffs at his feet).. he starts singing The sky is and catches himself.. hasn’t moved..yet!

                                    NICOLE

            Your coloring has improved 100 percent already.    

With this new confidence, he fluffs his feathers and pats his wattle.  He approaches Nicole.

CHICKEN MAN

            Really? I look good?

                        NICOLE

            Yummy. Shall we?

The music comes up and they start to waltz around the floor. They sing the Duet.

For Lovers

He:  I saw you first,

She: You were so stuck.

He:  My heart could burst.

She:  We’re both in luck.

He: I guess, I’m as happy as hell.

He:  My feet were boiling hot,

She: The air was teeming,

He: It was you I sought.

She: I heard you screaming.

She: I guess, I’m as happy as hell.

Together: Ahh, baby.

He: The sky’s still up because of you,

She: They say I am ambitious.

 He:  Reminding me to wake up too.

She: And here you are, delicious.

He:  You set me free

She: I love to eat

He:  You are the key

She: And you the meat

He :But wait, I’m still a little scared

She: Of course, you are neurotic.

He: You’re sure I’m safe right here with you?

She: Shh please, you sound psychotic.

HE: Your hair so red,

She: You lovely cock.

He: I want to crow,

She: Let’s stop the talk.

He: I guess I’m as happy as hell,,

SHE: The sky stays high

He: It will not fall

She: It’s time to gorge.

He:I love it all..

He: I guess I’m as happy …

She: I guess you’re as happy ..

 Both: Iguess we’re as happy as hell.

They stop dancing and arm in wing, they leave the store.  As they turn the corner, we see them from the back. Chicken Man is now full and plump walking with a swagger. From the bottom of Nicole’s coat, something red and bushy peeks out. It is her tail.  

HUNGER SONG

Bibimbap or udong

Sushi or  some ramen

Chow fun and a pizza

NO TOO COMMON

Bagel with salmon.

I’ll take one from column A,

column B.

I’m not scared of spicy,And wash it down

I’ll drink that sweet ice tea.With a glass of ice tea

There’s a hole inside of me,

This craving must be set free,

Voracious

I’m not so gracious

But I’m voracious

 Watch me close and see what I’m gonna do

 I’ve got wiles and style that’s awfullynew

Voracious.

There’s a space I never fill,

A drive that won’t stand still,

Voracious,

I am loquacious

And so voracious.

Burrito or flauta

Mousse or an éclair,

Take me home to Tiffany’s

Walmart you wouldn’t dare.

Silken robes and slippers

800 thread count sheets,

And someone to play with

I can almost feel the heat.

I’m so hungry I could eat a wild horse
Just one bite and I’m relieved,

It’s true, of course.

My head is crazy,

My eyes  OF COURSE

ARE HAZYofgrow hazy.

Calm me down and give me what I need.

Had no breakfast and not much for dinner please,

Running like a fool, no coffee,

sex or cheese.

My stomach’s in knots,

I wanna boycott.

Slow me down and give me what I need.

..

Work so hard to try and look so beautiful,

Stayin’ thin and on my game,

I’m very cool.

I smell a French fry.

My lips are so dry.

Feed my soul or watch me start to grieve.

.

Give me something, to tied me over,

A bone, a  shot of love will do.

I’ll eat a chocolate

To stop this moanin’,

One lick I’m back on top

with …………serotonin.

I’m so hungry I could eat a wild horse
Just one bite and I’m relieved,

It’s true, of course.

My head is crazy,

My eyes grow hazy.

Calm me down and give me what I need.

Hunger!

Nicole throws down menu and keeps walking… like a hunter stalking prey. She sees a lit store and walks in for directions.  It is very dark. But she hears a loud noise and is drawn to it. She doesn’t yet see the source, but hears the yells.

Musical/Dave Ogrin and Nancy Cohen

Shelf Life –  Treatment

2 characters: Lady Gaga, Guru aka the ghost of Janis Joplin/Sidney Epstein

Lady Gaga has just come off stage from doing a number at the Grammys (or Halloween benefit for disturbed children). She is wearing a white outfit, fuzzy.  She is perturbed. The ‘green’ room is empty except for a table.

Gaga:

 AAHHHHHHHHHH.. I can’t believe it… they’ve let that idiotic reality star Olga Ramishnikof  sing a number right after me..what has she done, but dance badly on Former Russian Spies Who Can’t Keep Their Mouth Closed…  . and at the Grammy’s yet! This sucks.. How can they do this to me…Lady Gaga…I’ve got bills, and houses, and staff and wigs to pay for…Aren’t I still young? And wonderful?… I can’t afford to lose my spot …I’ve worked too long, too hard.. I must be on top.

I’ve crawled up from the bottom, playin sucky piano bars,

And gagged on sleazy drummers who believed that they were stars.

I’ve paid my dues, made it through, I’m at my prime…

I’m queen – is that such a crime?

One sequin at a time is how I scaled up this music rock.

I’ve got the voice, got the hair, and even got the cock…i..ness

To state the truth that gnaws in me, it me ain’t so complex,

It’s better than men, better than god, even better than sex!

There’s nothing more important than being famous,

There’s nothing that I’d trade in for celebrity,

There’s nothing more important than being famous,

Famous for eternity!

How dare they upstage me and topple my throne,

Their actions enrage me, they need to be shown.

I’m GAGA!

From stage left a gypsy like looking lady appears.  She is standing by the table.

She is the GURU BAMBA.

GURU BAMBA

(with an accent)

Hello darlink… now, don’t you worry.. the fans love you.

GAGA

(startled)

Who the hell are you?

GURU BAMBA

Your manager Sidney thought that I could help you. You can share your problems with me. Think of me as a mother. We’ll ask my magic board what your future holds in store for you.  It never lies.

GAGA

Sidney sent you… that creep, that parasite of an agent..…he’s the one that hired that Soviet whore to steal my light. She can’t even dance…He’s a traitor.

Guru approaches Gaga and puts her hand out beseeching her to get close and trust.

GURU BAMBA

No darlink, that couldn’t be further from the truth. He wants the best for you.. for your career.  Tell me your troubles. I’m all ears.

GAGA

You’re not getting any younger, that’s what he said,

When my French boytoy kicked me out of his bed,

I lost the lead in Women Behind Bars (Prison Girls?) or so I’ve been told,

To play Lindsay Lohan, they said, I’m too old.

GURU BAMBA

Gaga, my crumbcake, don’t’ vorry about Francois. He will come back.

                                                            GAGA

How do you know his name?

GURU BAMBA

I’m intuitive, they say. Come, join me here and we’ll ask the magic board for some answers.

                                                            GAGA

Because there’s nothing more important than being famous.

She leads her over to the table with a board on it.

GAGA

A Ouija board… I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid.

GURU BAMBA

Put your hands down like this. (she shows her) Ok, Ouija Ouija, on our lap… tell us what is on the map?

GAGA

Oh, my gawd..it’s moving.

GURU BAMBA

Close your eyes…I’ll read the letters. (spelling out) S/O/ S-o-u-t-h-e-r-n. Southern Comfort.

GAGA

It’s moving so fast.

(Bamba screams like Janis Joplin. Suddenly she pulls off her uniform hat and great Joplin hair tumbles down. She stands up at the board, leaving Gaga in shock, hands still on board.  The GURU BAMBA has become Joplin.)

JANIS

YES, JANIS IS IN THE HOUSE,

COME TO SAVE YOUR SOUL

I’M THE GARDEN FROM WHERE YOU GREW

THE FIRST QUEEN OF ROCK N ROLL

GAGA

OMG – Janis Joplin

JANIS

LISTEN TO JANIS, BABY

YOU GOT TO BEWARE
YOU’RE DRYING UP, YOU’RE GETTING OLD

JUST LOOK AT YOUR HAIR

THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP YOUR FAME

IS TO JUMP ON OUT OF THE LIVING GAME

GAGA

What do you mean?

JANIS

HONEY, JANIS IS MEMBER, A VIP

OF A VERY EXCLUSIVE SOCIETY

AND YOU GOT A SHOT, AND I DON’T MEAN A SHOT OF JACK DANIELS

TO KEEP YOUR FAME ETERNALLY

GOTTA BE LIKE YOUR MAMA BEAR ,  roarin’ JANIS

NOT A SCARED LITTLE CUB

CAUSE YOU GOT A  golden invite baby,

TO THE TWENTY SEVEN CLUB

            JIMMY HENDRIX, KURT COBAIN

            EVEN THE GREAT TUPAC

            JIM MORRISON AND BRIAN JONES

            ALL PUNCHED OUT THE CLOCK

            BUDDY HOLLY AND YOUR JANIS, GIRL

            WE’RE UP THERE JAMMIN’ IN HEAVEN

            YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE CAUSE WE REACHED OUR STAR

            AND DIED BY TWENTY SEVEN

            LIVING FAST AND DYING YOUNG

            WHAT FAMOUS PEOPLE DO

            CRASH AND BURN AND DON’T RETURN

            AND THEY’LL REMEMBER YOU

            ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WANNA BRING YOU DOWN

            HERE’S YOUR CHANCE TO SNUB

            DON’T DELAY, SIGN UP TODAY

            FOR THE TWENTY SEVEN CLUB

            THE TWENTY SEVEN CLUB

GAGA

Are you suggesting that I kill myself?

JANIS

Uh huh.

GAGA

            YOU DON’T HAVE TO DIE TO CHART REAL HIGH

            MADONNA STILL HAS A CAREER

JANIS

            SHE’S ALL DRIED OUT, JUST TO KEEP HER CLOUT

            SHE NEEDS SURGERY EACH YEAR

GAGA

            LOOK AT CHER, SHE’S STILL OUT THERE
            LOOKING HOT IN LATEX CLOTHES

JANIS

            YOU’RE NOT TELLING ME YOU’RE DESTINY

            IS DOING VEGAS OLDIE SHOWS

            YOU’LL LIVE IN HEARTS AND MINDS FOREVER

            YOUR RECORD SALES WILL SOAR

            YOU FANS WILL FORGIVE ALL YOUR SINS

            IF YOU LEAVE THEM WANTING MORE

            THE ONES WHO TRULY STAY ON TOP

            AND KEEP THE SHARPEST CLAWS

            ARE THE ONES WHO JUMP THEIR SAILING SHIPS

            AND AVOID THEIR MENOPAUSE

GAGA

Menopause … yech! You know … maybe you’re right …… they DO all still love you.

            LIVING FAST AND DYING YOUNG

            WHAT FAMOUS PEOPLE DO

JANIS

            CRASH AND BURN AND DON’T RETURN

            AND THEY’LL REMEMBER YOU

GAGA

            ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WANNA BRING ME DOWN

            HERE’S MY CHANCE TO SNUB

JANIS

            DON’T DELAY, SIGN UP TODAY

JANIS AND GAGA

            FOR THE TWENTY SEVEN CLUB

            THE TWENTY SEVEN CLUB

Look at Jimmy, Buddy, too.

They all died young, so should you.

Die when you’re pretty, thin and rich,

They won’t discover No one will know that you’re such a bitch.

GAGA

What are you crazy? I’ve got loads of time,

So I don’t take drugs, is that a crime?

I’ve got it all, I’ve got the most.

Why should I listen to a silly ghost?

JANIS

By twenty-seven you’re over the hill,

Like a fadin’ plant on a window sill,

Spare the world your bags and fat,

Take you life, just like that.

Idea: like a jumprope song..

Brian jones, of the Stones

Kurt Cobain, just the same.

Their early deaths were not a flub,

Cause they belong to the 27 Club.

Live fast, die young, that’s what you do,

Like Jim Morrison, it immortalizes you.

Time is running, no time to wait,

Make Club 27 your next  big date

Your fans they’ll want you more and more,

And record sales will simply soar.

Once fate has sealed you from their sight

Their love for Gaga will take full flight.

GAGA

But what about Madonna? She’s still alive? And she’s busy working.

JANIS

Yea, well, what about Mama, Mama Cass

‘At fifty, she’d have had the biggest ass,

And go to Paris to see Jimmy’s grave,

So many fans, it’s like a rave.

Living long is real old school,

Singing at menopause is down right cruel.

Take my advice and leave while you might,

Cher should’ve done it; she’s such a fright.

GAGA

But I never played Woodstock!

JANIS

Dying young is where it’s at,

The press at last will come to bat.

Alive you’re just a PBS hick, So you can die in just a flick

But dead,  next year, a bio pic.

Because there’s nothing more important than being famous.

GAGA

Club 57, by joe, it has a ring.

I’m beginning to think it might really sing.

But am I ready to leave this earth,

Without her Gaga, it’ll leave a dearth…. Of idiot clones.

JANIS

No one will ever  replace you,

Your death so young will make you true.

And all your critics will feel the shame,

Gaga lives forever, you will have the fame.

GAGA

Oh, you must be right … they all still love you.

JANIS

You got that right! So come on, let’s suicide you.

GAGA

Ok, but first I need to get a new wig and my make up artist will give me a special look… (she gets up to go) .. I’ll do it tomorrow… I’ve still got a number to finish in this show … it’s in my contract.

JANIS

Blow that off… it’ll make better press.  And here, some special chocolate from Egypt…one bite and you’ll keep your looks forever, just like Nephriti.. and it’s 98 percent cocoa. Hmm.

She puts chocolate in front of Gaga’s nose.

Take a little piece of my chocolate now.

Take a little piece of my chocolate..

Come on, come on now, take it.

Come on, I’ll even break it.

You know you child, it’ll make you feel good.

Gaga reluctantly takes chocolate from Janis. But she’s afraid to eat it.  Janis breaks it in half, takes one half, chews it, giving Gaga the confidence to nibble. Gaga bites… and she’s down. As Gaga goes through a Sarah Bernhardt swan death, Janis gets up, goes stage left.  She quickly puts hair up in to CEO style ponytail, flips on hat, and suit jacket and returns to the table with a cigar, voila…Sidney Epstein, agent. Turning to stage left, she yells to the paparazzi.

SIDNEY

Come on boys…it’s feeding time. Bring out those Nikons. (to Gaga) What’d you think Gaga…I was gonna put up with your temper tantrums.  Let me get the first shot.

Sidney takes a photo of dead Gaga with his camera phone.

I’m the best agent you’ll never see,

On earth and even the galaxy.

I take their blood and I take their bones,

OOOOhhhhh…. Hear their moans of

Liberty. Freed from me..

With this he goes over and licks Gaga’s arm.

SIDNEY

Ah, fifteen percent never tasted so good.

He turns around and sings: There’s Nothing more important than being famous.

He puts angel wings on Gaga. She gets up, sings with him and floats out.

Climate change theatr excerpts

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1998 Contributed piece, Saturday Afternoon Journal 1998, No. 13, Flashback, edited
by Elvin Whitesides Michael Simmons & Cynthia Walker. Hollywood: The
Humorous Corporation.
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  HONORS & AWARDS
  2010 FedCap Poetry Contest, Honorable Mention
  2010 Hundred Words or Fewer Essay Winner for “Incandescent”
  2009 Wurlitzer Foundation Fellow
  2007 Winner of Tribeca Short Short Film Award for “Knot Marr