Some Mulling Of A ‘Big Chill’ Screenplay For Gen X #screenwriting

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

I am saving up money to buy a high end digital camera, but in the meantime, I’m interested in writing a screenplay. I’ve vowed to myself I’m not going to buy Final Draft until I’ve sketched out a novella. The screenplay concept I’ve come up with is pretty strong.

It’s meant to be a “Big Chill” type movie for Gen X people. That’s the vision, at least. And it would have a lot of Trump talk in it as well. I guess I what I really want is someone to talk about it with for a little while to figure out in my head if the concept is as strong as I think it is.

But no one seems willing to do so.

The key thing is, I have to produce the copy. I have to actually put in the hard work. That’s the tough part. But it’s not impossible.

‘Parkland’ — #Lyrics To An Angry Pop-Rap Song

I have no beats, but I’m angry enough about the events in Florida that I’m going to try my hand at an anti-gun pop-rap that one might find coming from Kanye West. I’m not claiming I’m any good, but it’s cathartic, if nothing else.

Parkland
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

thoughts and prayers
thoughts and prayers
thoughts and prayers

here we are yet again
watching kids run this and that
this is fucked up and that’s a fact
dear listen close I’m going to explain
how much pain we’re in within the frame
guns are on the street locked and ready
our luck keeps running out I’m afraid
I want to leer when you say
that God will find a way

parkland
parkland
is on my screen
makes me want to scream
parkland
parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream

what is wrong with us all
that this is acceptable
when are we going to fight back
we need to take back our nation
we’re better than this
we’ve got to believe
things can’t stay this way
children are dying and lamed
when will we make change
why do we have to live in pain
we’re arguing over taxes
and PBS
when we should be addressing
our need for gun control

parkland
parkland
is on my screen
makes me want to scream
parkland
parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream

[bridge]
we’re going to have to fix this
our children depend on us
they shouldn’t have to run
why are there so many guns

we have to depend on our own fate
why are we fighting over this
at such a late date
things are only going to get worse
we have to fight the good fight
the NRA can just suck it

parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream

‘Raven Haired Beauty’ #Lyrics To A Pop-R&B Song

Please let me stress that I am just looking for people to write about and I like Abigail Ratchford because she’s got spunk and is, from what I can tell from her appearances on TMZ actually fairly intelligent. So, please take that in to account when reading these lyrics. I feel like writing song lyrics and I need a muse and, for the sake of this one specific song, Ms. Ratchford is it. Anyway, I just like writing stories in verse and she’s beautiful, so you get this.

Raven Hared Beauty
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

her hair tumbles down to her shoulders
makes men tremble with her curves
just a glance from her is enough
enough to put steam in your stride
you’d do anything within your power
to be by her side so you could shower her
shower her with love
but only a few her the chance
to feel the warmth of this raven haired beauty

she’s a raven haired beauty
the kind you find in dreams
a raven haired beauty
with locks that go on forever
she’s a raven haired beauty
she’s a raven haired beauty

men think they can lie and cheat
at a chance to meet and greet
but she’s too smart for that
it takes more than bling for her to sing
she’s got her eye on the prize
the prize of love my friend

there’s so much to say
but you know you can’t get her to stay
she’s a success that you see
from far away, from far away
she won’t give you a smile
unless you treat her right

she’s a raven haired beauty
the kind you find in dreams
a raven haired beauty
with locks that go on forever
she’s a raven haired beauty
she’s a raven haired beauty

[bridge]
she’s the kind of girl
give you a thrill if you’re worthy
but you gotta treat her right
for that moment to come your way
she don’t play, she don’t play

‘A Last Stand’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop Song

I’m rather annoyed that there haven’t been any “woke” pop songs about this bizarre era we seem doomed to live for a very long time. So, this is my personal attempt to write one. I like female vocalists a lot, so this is written with any number of the major women singers floating around today in mind. Not that anyone cares. But it is fun to tell a story in verse.

A Last Stand
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

I wake up every day
have to wince at what I see
the powers that be continue to lie
want me to sigh and laugh
walk on past
but that’s not to be
I can’t just do it you see
my heart won’t let me deny
what my eyes and ears tell me

things are so bad
we’re going to have to fight

a last stand is all we got
fight with all our will
a last stand we’ve to make
we’ve got a date with fate
if we don’t have a last stand
we’re doomed to stay on repeat

I here the buzzing in my head
Don the Con is living there I’m afraid
what am I to do
what am I to do
I have to take a last stand
otherwise I’m afraid all is lost

things are so bad
we’re going to have to fight

a last stand is all we got
fight with all our will
a last stand we’ve to make
we’ve got a date with fate
if we don’t have a last stand
we’re doomed to stay on repeat

[bridge]
fight this out
till there’s no dought
fight till daylight
make sure freedom stays free
for you and me

when the end comes
we will know we did our part
to keep the darkness out of our lives
if we keep this in our hearts
I’m afraid all is lost

‘Instababe’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Song

I just screwing around at this point. I just like the idea of a song about the hot girls of Instagram. This is meant to be pretty mindless. I have no beat, but I could imagine someone like Katy Perry singing it. But no one cares about anything I write, so this is just for fun. This would be sung from a woman’s point of view. This is just a first draft and written just for fun.

Instababe
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

see them on your phone
they make you want to moan
in their skimpy clothes
in hot climes
what do those Instababes have
what do they have that I don’t
you can look all you like
look all you like
but you can’t touch them
like you can me

those Instababes
ain’t nothing let me tell you
those Instababes
got nothing on me
I’m here for you
they’re just a dream

you wish you could be
with those Instababes I see
but I know for a fact
you’d be better off with me
dream of them all you like
they won’t meet you at night
bring you delight that’s out sight

those Instababes
ain’t nothing let me tell you
those Instababes
got nothing on me
I’m here for you
they’re just a dream

[bridge]
I’m ready and waiting
waiting for you to look my way
once you’re done with them
our love will never fade

you’re going to be mine
I can tell that for sure
waiting for you to make up your mind
I’m biding my time
but in the end
you’ll be in my bed
with those Instababes long gone
from your head

‘A Battle Of Pride’ — #Lyrics To An Angry Anti-Trump Pop-Rock Song

This whole Rob Porter thing has made me furious. It’s so obvious that the Trump Administration is lying. So, out of frustration, I’ve decided to write lyrics to an angry Temple of The Dog type song. I’m not saying I’m the greatest lyricist, but I do find writing lyrics relaxing.

A Battle of Pride
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

wake up to another day of lies
the president grabs’em by the pussy
’cause he’s a celebrity and can get away with it
I know I wasn’t raised that way
my views alienate my peers
but all I can say is I’ve found my hill
and I’m taking my stand

I’ve found my hill
found my hill to stand on
found my hill to die on
found my hill to die on
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride

my peers think I’m a fool
they tell me to enjoy the economy
tax cuts keep things humming
why don’t I just shut up and get laid

how can I do that I exclaim
when wife beaters are accepted in the White House
am I the only person willing to take a stand
has everyone else lost their mind
I know I’ve not lost mine

I’ve found my hill
found my hill to stand on
found my hill to die on
found my hill to die on
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride

[bridge]
keep your eye on the prize
keep it as focused as you can
we’re going to win this one
if we all stand as one

I’ve found my hill
going to die on in
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride
this is my battle of pride

‘Not All Men’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-R&B Song

Many women are so fed up with men and their sexist behavior, that they’ve totally given up. When a guy like me protests that “not all men” are dicks, they just throw up their hands in disgust. Well, that’s a perfectly legitimate opinion, I guess, but it does inspire me to write lyrics to an R&B song.

Not All Men
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

you tell me you’re done with men
that they’re a sin you’re done with
when I tell you to give me a chance
give me a chance because I’m nice
you glare and stare me down
but all I can say with all honesty is

not all men are bad as you fear
not all men can stroke like I do
not all men know you to make you moan
not all men will hold you tight near midnight
make your dreams come true

you shake your head with all your might
throw your drink at might sight
but I take your hand in all honesty
bring you close so I can look you in the eye
place my hand lightly on your thigh
I whisper real close so you can hear

not all men are bad as you fear
not all men can stroke like I do
not all men know you to make you moan
not all men will hold you tight near midnight
make your dreams come true

[bridge]
the music begins to play
and we both know we’re going to get laid
you smell so nice
nearly shimmer in the night
be mine, baby I’ll make it all alright

the next morning I fix you coffee
you smirk my way
things are just beginning babe
I swear I’m here to stay

not all men are bad as you fear
not all men can stroke like I do
not all men know you to make you moan
not all men will hold you tight near midnight
make your dreams come true

‘Cat Lady’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Soul Song

I sometimes get in the mood where I want to write song lyrics for no other reason than it’s relaxing. I just like telling stories in verse. And I have a little time on my hands, so here you go. No one cares about any of these lyrics so it’s pretty much just for my own enjoyment. I see this as having a Marvin Gaye vibe to it.

Cat Lady
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

you tell me no man is good enough
that you’d rather die alone
than feel the warm embrace of another lying man
but I know in your heart
while you clink to your pussy cat
late, late, late at night
that you pine for the loving
the type of loving only a man can bring

you’re a cat lady that’s for sure
but give me a chance and I’ll be your tom cat
you’ll find your lace on the floor
willing to go once more

cat lady come here dear
cat lady let me hold you tight
cat lady, cat lady, cat lady

our love will rock our worlds
things will do tonight will be lengdary
who knows, honey, might make a baby
you’ve got to give me a chance though
let me prove to you that I’m worthy of your love
won’t take much for this to go down
I’ll turn your world upside down

you’re a cat lady that’s for sure
but give me a chance and I’ll be your tom cat
you’ll find your lace on the floor
willing to go once more

cat lady come here dear
cat lady let me hold you tight
cat lady, cat lady, cat lady

[bridge]
I know men are dogs
too many have broken your heart
you’ve closed it tight, tight, tight
but I promise, I swear our love is real

but in the end kindness is your friend
you’ve got to see what I see
got to see that your pain and suffering
will fade away like a warm rain
if you let me into your heart
late at night

be my cat lady
be my cat lady
be my cat lady

The Cult Of Trump #Resist

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

I am winning myself no friends amongst the people I went to high school with when I call the people who still support Trump cult members. But as every day brings with it new scandals and revelations, there doesn’t seem to be any other answer but that.

Trump’s base is a cult.

What gets me is otherwise normal well-informed, educated people have succumb to this cult in such a way that they rationalize anything Trump does out of existence. In the end, it’s all rather chilling because it’s the people with logical explanations for why they can continue defend Trump that really bother me.

I was on a vacation of sorts and off the grid when it broke, but this whole Rob Porter debacle is a prime example of what I’m talking about. There is a lot going on with all of this. Something about Trump, in essence, poo-pooing domestic assault, added to his usual grab bag of misogyny, racism and bigotry is something of the last straw. I simply can’t brook such bizarre illogical behavior. How someone could possibly support a public figure who attempts to mitigate viable claims of domestic abuse is really beyond me. It is staggering that anyone could, at this point, continue to support Trump. I take violence towards women very seriously and the at best tepid response on the part of Trump to this fetid imbroglio leave much to be desired, to say the least. I find myself getting angry just thinking about it.

Ranting on Facebook about all of this doesn’t seem to matter. The Trump supporters I like on a personal level, while the ones I don’t like stick around and are oddly silent. The few times I do talk directly to my Trump supporting Facebook friends, it’s like talking to someone at Jonestown as they cruise towards the koolaid stand. They have so invested in the cancerous growth that is Trump that they’re a political zombie. They have reached a level of sheepdom that I don’t quite know what to do. They talk in a political language that is so surreal, so detached from my own personal reality that it’s literally like we’re on two different political planets.

I give then proof that Trump is a racist, they say he’s “tough on crime.” I give them any number of different reasons why they shouldn’t have voted for Trump in the first place, and they tell me Hillary Clinton was worse. This boggles my mind. I was no big Hillary Clinton supporter, but to me Clinton was a flaming pile of poop compared to the alien facehugger of Trump. I was right in 2016 and I’m right now.

The tragedy of all of this is that Trump supporters do, in fact, have any number of legitimate reasons to be furious at the established liberal order. But they got conned. They got conned by snake oil salesman who apparently put some potent mind-control substance in his elixir. My biggest fear is that Trump’s constant playing to the base, will, for various quirky reasons, actually work. It seems as though the Republican Party is hell bent on near-permanent power and if they do, they will reshape America in some pretty significant — and dystopian — ways.

It goes without saying that Trump’s victory laid bare the problems with the American body politic. I’m enough of a student of history to know that given the ebb and flow of presidential politics, it was inevitable that the situation we find ourselves in would happen. What makes it unique is Trump’s lack of an ideology and complete incompetence. Add to that his extremely ill-suited temperament and you have the makings of a pretty disastrous moment in American history.

Italy’s former prime minster Silvio Berlusconi is a lot like Trump and the only way he was extracted from power was his connection to an underage prostitution ring. I get upset and tell Trump supporters that Trump could literally strangle someone live on FOX News and they wouldn’t care, and they just chuckle and say it depended on who he strangled. Thus, at this point I honestly don’t see how Trump doesn’t serve out two terms. Trump is shaping up to be much like Reagan in how he defines his moment. The only thing that might, just might cause Trump not to be able to pick a successor — President Tom Cotton, anyone? — is, if anything, we’ve seen that by the end of a president’s second term, people grow tired and want change.

Before you get your hopes up, though, remember, Democrats were out of power on the presidential level for 12 years. It took them that long to find a new vision — the famous Third Way — that was so successful in the guise of Bill Clinton. So, it’s very possible we’re in for about 12 years of this insanity before someone bubbles up to the political surface and fixes things. Though, just as Reagan changed everything, I suspect for a lot of Trump’s changes in our political environment, there’s no going back.

You can’t screw things up this bad without changing things long-term. This doesn’t even begin to address the significant risk of continued Russian — or Chinese! — meddling in our politics for many, many years to come. It could be decades before we straiten things out and things begin to sort themselves out.

The ultimate tragedy is while liberals like me are distracted by the near daily outrages of the Trump Administration, Trump is pulling an epic fast one on us. He’s changing our government and some basic assumptions we have about the social contract in ways we simply aren’t going to be able to understand for generations to come. But, like said, this was inevitable. Trump is just putting his own bizarre spin on things.

Some Idle Mulling Of #Screenwriting

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

I only find myself thinking of screenwriting as opposed to writing a novel because, well, it’s much easier to write a screenplay than a novel. A screenplay has a very specific formula as to how to do it, while a novel is significantly more difficult to pull off for various reasons. I like the idea of my job being to simply write dialog and provide a vision for the director and producer.

Something about that is really appealing.

Now, of course, I’m probably going to write a short story or novella before I write the screenplay in an effort to flesh out the story some. That’s the only way I can think of to be ready to write a screenplay when the time comes. I have vowed to myself I’m not going to buy Final Draft until I’ve at least finished a short story to base the screenplay on.

That seems only reasonable, given that that would prove, to some extent, that I’m serious, for once, about writing a screenplay. I have a novel concept I interested in writing as well, but I’ve put that on the back burner for the time being for no other reason than the screenplay concept seems to be flowing a lot easier right this second. The key thing is, I have to put in the work. I have to stop just daydreaming about a concept and start to put in the elbow grease needed to get the job done.

Because I don’t have a muse to tell me to shut up and write, I find myself bouncing around a lot from concept to concept. I talk a lot about what I’m going to do, but too often when I actually sit down to write things out, I choke. But right now because my mind is on something else — getting a professional digital camera — it seems as though at least for the moment things are flowing a bit better than usually creatively.

I’m, by nature, a daydreamer, so I know that if I don’t do something sooner rather than later a few more years could go by and I will not have actually written anything. I’m hoping this is different, for once. I’m hoping that I’m going to actually get something done for once.

It’s difficult, though. It’s difficult for lots of reasons. But, I have to say, as I’ve said before, I really enjoy the culture of screenwriting a lot. It’s a lot of fun. I really enjoy how social it is, how communal it is. It’s a lot of fun to know that should I actually get anything done that there is a vibrant screenwriting community that might, just might welcome me into the fold.

But I have to get the work done. I have to actually do something. I can’t just daydream and then expect other people to do the work for me. I am such a daydreamer — and need a muse so bad — that it’s difficult for me to find anyone one thing to obsess about. I bounce around a lot creatively. So much so that no one takes me serious. Yet I’d like to think maybe I might be able to change that sooner rather than later. I hope, at least. That’s the goal.