Post a snippet from your hypothetical novel utilizing three song titles from one artist or band. The next poster guesses the artist, then posts his own snippet.
“What was the name of Steve Martin’s character in 'Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid? Eleanor.”
“Rigby Reardon?”
“Good.”
“Morning for 500.”
“What was the name… sorry, out of time. You almost won the game, Eleanor, but not quite.”
“So, I’m a loser?”
“Eleanor Rigby”, “Good Morning”, “I’m A Loser”. Ladies & gentlemen: the Beatles!
“When reading poetry by dead men,” said Prof. Turtillow, “one must read between the lines. The obvious context is always a safe place to land, but, if one is brave enough to interpret the words closely, one can find an uncharted love song.”
Gonna have to Google that, or Bing. I think I can pick out the song titles, no clue at all about the band.
Sara Bareilles: “Poetry By Dead Men”, “Between The Lines”, “A Safe Place To Land”, “Brave”, “Uncharted” and “Love Song”.
Try again:
“The old Model T’s broke down again,” cussed Godfrey. “You’re gonna have to help start me up. This piece o’ junk’s been trouble ever since I decided to paint it black.”
"But, Godfrey, asked Angie quiveringly, “what color was it before?”
“It was black,” sneered Godfrey.
Start Me Up, Paint it Black, Angie, maybe one or two others, The Rolling Stones.
I see you shiver with antici… pation
“This movie is stupid,” Jesse said. “I could make a better movie.”
“Yeah, right. You’re so vain.”
Carly Simon: Anticipation, Jesse and You’re So Vain.
Harry Potter, the only living boy in New York, thought Rubeus Hagrid to be a most peculiar man. He had to wonder why his mother told Hagrid, “Save the life of my child.”
The Only Living Boy in New York, A Most Peculiar Man, Save the Life of My Child, Simon and Garfunkel
“Save your apologies, it’s too late.”
“But Clara…”
“It’s over. Maybe there was a time you actually loved me, but that time is long ago, and so far away. Jack, get me some aspirin.”
“Jack is an idiot.”
“Jack treats me better than you, so don’t be talking smack. Water, Jack.”
“It’s too late”, “So far away”, “Smackwater Jack” = Carole King
“Miss, may I have one more cup of coffee?”
“Hold your horses, I gotta serve somebody else.”
“Miss, is there any of the meat loaf left?”
“Nah, I threw it all away.”
I know it’s Bob Dylan, but the only song I could pick out is Gotta Serve Somebody.
“One More Cup of Coffee”, “Gotta Serve Somebody”, “Threw It All Away” – Bob Dylan
“Can you help me chop down the trees?”
“Not today, I’m working, man.”
“But we need to make room for the new subdivisions.”
“Working Man”, “Subdivisions”, “The Trees” = Rush
One Chelsea morning I got in a big yellow taxi, and followed the twisted river to the cactus tree.
Chelsea Morning, Big Yellow Taxi, Twisted, River. Had to Bing to confirm Cactus Tree, knew all the others immediately. Joni Mitchell.
Okay, one, I can live without you piling your magazines all over the place, and two, your psycho girlfriend, I can live without her.
Anyone? Or has atimnie staked this thread?
Without You and Without Her are by Harry Nilsson, but I’m not matching anything else.
The original version of One is by Nilsson. You got two out of three, go.
She woke him up around about the heart of the sunrise.
“Did you ever see that scene in the movie Good People where they were talking about whether people were living lives of grace or disgrace? I wanna know, right now, what do you think of my life?”
“Khatru, my love, I’ve seen all “Good People” movies, and, let me tell you, yours is no disgrace.”
Roundabout, Heart of the Sunrise, All Good People, Yours is No Disgrace. Yes.
“We’re living in a land of make believe, people. Cities drowning in debt, we make believe there’s not a problem. So what you gotta do, you gotta go, now, and vote for the party that can fix this.”
The Land of Make Believe, Go Now, Cities
Moody Blues
In the summer of 1977, from every street corner, soul music wafted beautifully through the warm evening air, acting as a poultice to the raw and hateful mood that permeated the neighborhood during the daylight hours.