Flash Fiction: As Usual
Many of the songs that serve as prompts for Matt’s Flash Fiction Foray are new to me, which is fine. I’m all for broadening my horizons. But it’s nice, every now and then, to get a song an old geezer like me actually knows. This week’s prompt was Sinatra’s My Way.
They were hopeless, as usual. Kiki missed her cue and Fanny was all over the place. ‘Cretins!’ he yelled, and gave them one last chance. Which Suzie messed up – half a beat late – so tears or not, her dancing career ended there. He kept Michelle, though, clumsy as she was. She had good tits and never complained when he came, as usual, to her dressing room.
Back home, still fuming, he ran a bath. Just when he was relaxing, the light bulb flickered, crackled, then pfft! ‘Typical!’ he muttered, and got out to change it.
Electricity and water? As usual.
So what does this have to do with My Way? Simply that the original song (with different lyrics) was written by the French pop star Claude François in 1967. It was called Comme d’habitude (As Usual) and was about a couple splitting up. François was, by all accounts, a tyrant, hard on himself but even harder on his backing dancers, the Clodettes, who nonetheless put up with him, knowing that to protest would mean they were out. The singer was at the height of his fame when he died fixing a wonky bulb above his bath.
You could say I’ve taken a lot of liberty with the prompt. On the other hand, I did it my way.