Todd Bash
Todd Bash (born 1965) is an avant-garde playwright from Los Angeles, California.
He has written more than twenty works for the theatre, many performed and published, as well as prose, poetry and film projects. He is also the creator of numerous collages, art objects and musical experiments.
His early writing features a gritty, realistic style, and includes The Winning Number, Concrete and Blackouts.
By the late 1980s, Bash's approach changed radically, moving further and further into avant-garde territory. Often shattering the conventions of traditional theatre, and featuring dream-like imagery, his current style recalls the experiments of the Paris Surrealists during the 1920s. Among his plays from this period are Das Nachtgespenst, Goldring, Nachthunde and The Final Thoughts Of Stanislaw Bashkiewicz. His short opera libretto Seehunde was set to music by Japanese born composer Shigeru Kan-no.
Bash has worked with theatre companies in Los Angeles, New York and Philadelphia, as well as collaborations with artists from around the world. His writing has appeared in numerous periodicals, including Lost and Found Times, Neotrope and Gestalten, as well as collections published by Broken Boulder Press and Dog Ear Publishing. His book of plays Sanctus Fumigaci was published in 2007.
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by D Dash
Celebration
by: D DashYoung yesterday, I woke up in Chicago
With a bitch named Danielle
And I'm gonna do the same tomorrow
This time I be in Cali, next time prolly be Miami
Gotta show me a platinum all,
Prolly spend the night with a girl named Tami
I wake up for the money, can't never fall on sleep on me
And you say that's your honey, but to me she just a freak
All that she see I'm just a dog
You tail her, I be on her, I fuck her like a song
Freestyling throw a beat on it
By the end of the night it all seem familiar
I wake up in the morning and I hardly remember
Like, what's your name girl?
Do your thang, memoride me how you can girl, yeah
[Hook]
Popping bottles throwing money, I be nice in the club
Tell me what we celebrating for
Entertaining niggas girl, never show these bitches love
Drop them panties, what you waiting for?
Cause today is like yesterday
And tomorrow we doing the same
Cause today is like yesterday
And tomorrow we doing the same
Ah, it's Gucci manning on my baler bay
And everyday of the week it's a holiday
Spend 24 hunned on these cardies
Remember back in the day I served all the jays
And this a mean a one way to get paid my nigga
And all the million that I made, a nigga pray for it
I slipped a whole bunch of times, I got a face to shit
I'm on the break of success and I can taste the shit
Too foolish hunned thousand for a bracelet
Stupid move cause I caught up by some...
I got a label deal I know you haters hate the shit
And every test that god give me I try to ace the shit,
It's Gucci
[Hook]
Popping bottles throwing money, I be nice in the club
Tell me what we celebrating for
Entertaining niggas girl, never show these bitches love
Drop them panties, what you waiting for?
Cause today is like yesterday
And tomorrow we doing the same
Cause today is like yesterday
And tomorrow we doing the same
8 hours in the day, days in the week
I live in the club and stay with some freaks
Blunt lit like Christmas tree, bottles pop like balloon
Never broke again, calling Carl Malone
I met... leave me alone, bitch I'm grown
And I say what the fuck I feel,
And I do what the fuck I want
... all the gas I drink and smoke
I'm turnt up and she down with
Fine puss, good head,
She queens, I'ma need a crown with it
Everyday till like the other
Tomorrow don't lie alone
Every time I hit the stage
Fall like in my last song
Like, what's your name girl?