You couldn’t believe your luck when you found a ukulele in an old box in the bunker’s storage room. Why the Men of Letters kept one here, you didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining. You brought the old instrument to your room, cleaned it up a bit, and it played like a charm.
Soon enough, you were playing one of your favourite songs to the perfect tune that the ukulele gave off. You sang out the words without a care; when was the last time you had some fun?
Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you’re singing that song and I got a lump in my throat ‘cause You’re gonna sing the words wrong
You finished the song with a smile, but someone was clapping in your doorway. You looked up to find two someones clapping; two giant, grinning someones. Self-consciously, you laid the ukulele on your bed and stood up, crossing your arms over your chest.
“What are you doing?!” You demanded crossly, glaring back and forth from Sam to Dean.
The both stopped clapping and Dean stepped into your room with a dip of his head. “You’re really good. Sing us something else, Elvis?” He teased lightly.
You snorted and stomped over to them, pushing both brothers out of the room before slamming the door.
“Oh come on, Y/N. I was being honest! You’re really good!” Dean protested.
“Yeah, we really liked it!” Sam added. With a roll of your eyes, you smiled at their stupid antics.
Want to express your feelings but you’re too nice to do it? Or it would get you fired? Or you wish to stay anonymous? Would you like to be able to express your annoyance and anger in the form of an upbeat ukulele song?
You have come to the right place!
I am looking to make an entire album of passive aggressive ukulele songs aimed at the people who make our lives a little more difficult. The awful customers. The annoying co-workers and acquaintances. The bothersome ex-lovers. The song featured above is the first of the series, born of my own frustration with someone I know, and now I ask you to help me continue!
So submit to me your stories of annoying people and any sort of special requests you have for the song I will write, and I shall try to give you an upbeat, passive-aggressively pleasant ukulele song in return!
1. All submissions will remain anonymous and I will not publish the submissions, just the songs that are born of them.
2. I will name no names in the song.
3. The songs will most likely be between 1 and 3 minutes long and pretty much like the one featured above. No quality guarantees as far as musical talent goes…
4. I take no responsibility for the consequences that may arise if the people you request me to write about catches on and figures out it’s about them. If you do not wish to get caught you can choose to not share the song on any of your social platforms and just enjoy it yourself, but the pleasure of it all kinda is in letting the actual recipient hear the song and make their own conclusions about it. Still, if they get mad I cannot take the fall for you! I’m just the messenger.
5. Make your submissions as detailed as you please. I will aspire not to misinterpret or misrepresent anyone’s feelings, but if I am given very little information I may have to draw some conclusions of my own. If the song ends up not representing your submission, feel free to ignore it and/or request again. Please summarise your story into a concise core message you wish the song to convey so I can build around that sentiment even without all the details of the case. You can also request a song addressing a larger, more general group of people (such as rude customers in general), in which case I will have to take more artistic liberties.
I think that’s it! Please send me your submissions so I can make an album and you get to turn your annoyance and frustration into a thing you can hum to yourself while you stifle your rage and murderous intent!
(more band Au cause this Au owns my soul. Again accompanying art by colorfulcoffins found here! In this installment Max and Victoria are giant gay nerds for each other.)
They’d been driving for what felt
like hours. Chloe had been adamant about not stopping until they got to the
next town, but of course the punk could never deny her girlfriend so when Kate
had nuzzled into her and asked if they could please take a half an hour break
Chloe had cracked and stopped at the next rest stop.
They were in
the middle of nowhere and the next rest stop turned out to be a big empty field
with a few Picnic tables and an outhouse. As soon as the bus was parked Chloe
kicked max and Victoria off the bus saying her and Kate needed some alone time.
Victoria protested before max silenced her by pushing her mini keyboard into
her hands and grabbing her ukulele and pushing her off the bus.