THE VULGARIANS: Song 1 "Welcome to the Tawdry"

The Vulgarians

A rock opera
By Eric Trommater
Copyright 2009

(Characters in order of vocal appearance)

Lenny Lesard: Pianist early 20’s
Marty Kellser: Bouncer early 20’s
Ray Boyant: DJ early 20’s
Jasmine Holland: Exotic dancer early 20’s
Summer Springs: Exotic dancer early 20’s
Gwen Boatswain: Owner’s wife/ entertainment director late 30’s
Steve Boatswain: Owner/ex-stockbroker late 50’s
Voice of Desiree Desire: Exotic dancer early 20’s
Society Sam Faldo: Saxophone player late 50’s
Officer Niblock: Town cop early 30’s
Blossom McCardle: Exotic dancer early 20’s
Unemployed at poetry reading
Screaming Mona: Prostitute early 20’s
Ex Officer Merdock: Niblock’s friend from the old days

(Program Note)
Letter to the editor, Laketon News / Laketon Hills Gazette:

I was present at the events of June fourth of last year and saw with my own eyes the beating death of Sam Faldo. I saw my friend Martin Kellser do his job as a bouncer and find himself in jail for it. If Sam had been a 20 yr old crack head instead of a 57 year old acid burn out, Marty would have been hailed as a hero for what he did. Since you Baby Boomers all stick together Sam is now a hero and Marty a goat.

There’s a generational divide in this country and those of us from Generation Y are sick and tired of cleaning up your Boomer messes and paying off your Boomer debts. What kind of society is this where the majority of the assets of its most productive members are reallocated so 78 million senior citizens can afford their beach front property and still keep their insurance? Is this what the 1960’s was all about? “I’ve got mine Jack?”

$10 Trillion in debt and you all have the nerve to ask “What have you done for me lately?”
So enjoy your retirement homes and your boats and your SUV’s while u bankrupt the next three generations! What happened to free love and sharing and all that other hippie crap? Answer my query Timothy Leary deary?

Lenny Lesard

ACT I

Scene 1

(The curtains open outside of a strip bar with a sign reading: “Tawdry Exotic Nightclub Adult Entertainment.”
A street musician in his late fifties plays a saxophone solo with his case open in front of him. He leans up against a poster. He moves to expose a picture of himself with the caption “Now Playing Society Sam and the Syncopations” crossed out and the words “Musicians Wanted” plastered over it.)

(Enter LENNY.)

(He glances at SOCIETY SAM, throws a buck in his case and pulls a crumpled piece of paper from a temp agency out of his pocket. He enters the bar, shows the paper to the bouncer at the front door, who directs him backstage to a piano. He sits down and begins to play as SAM’s sax solo fades out.)

Song 1:
Welcome to the Tawdry

MARTY (The Bouncer):
They wander about in an unkempt state
Trying hard to relate to their feeling
Hoping somehow they can deflate
The pressures life’s been dealing
Painting a picture of a strung-out night
Their cigarette coals shine the only light
In their path toward redemption and truth
That takes them to a naked girl behind a glass booth
The old men stare as they stand around
Redemption is lost where the truth is found

(Enter JASMINE and SUMMER, who begin working the tables and offering lap dances.)

Welcome to The Tawdry where the girls are hot
Where the conversation’s cold if the drinks are not
And nothing is quite what it seems
But we can facilitate all your pathetic wet dreams

Awful hard to hear in here
The music’s loud and the DJ’s queer
And the girls like to babble in their coke fueled zeal

Steve the owner yells at Desiree his mistress de jour
Just to feed his ego
Surrounded by youths as she spouts sooths
Makes his wife Gwen feel so regal

They never know what to expect
A new cop’s in town and breathing down their neck

(Lights up on the parking lot outside where OFFICER NIBLOCK is putting chalk marks on people’s tires.)

Wants to close The Tawdry down
Says little Laketon is just too small a town
For a den of inequity and sin
But all the locals know the fun . . .

Begins at The Tawdry where the girls are hot
Where the conversation’s cold if the drinks are not
And nothing is quite what it seems
But we can facilitate all your pathetic wet dreams

(Lights up on the floor as dancers work the tables.).

Times are hard don’t make them harder
Close to close you can barter
With the girls for the price that you pay
Depending on how much they owe to the DJ

Next time you’re in town and don’t know where I am
I’m two barstools down from Society Sam
Come and have a beer with me
Look around so you can see
Decadence is paradise but it ain’t free

I’m down at The Tawdry where the girls are hot
Where the conversation’s cold if the drinks are not
And nothing is quite what it seems
And we can facilitate all your pathetic wet dreams
At The Tawdry, welcome to The Tawdry, welcome to The Tawdry

THE VULGARIANS: Song 1 "Welcome to the Tawdry"

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Song 1 from my full legnth Rock Opera “THE VULGARIANS”

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