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John McDaid
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John G. McDaid is an sf writer, folk/filk singer-songwriter, and freelance journalist from Portsmouth, Rhode Island. He attended the Clarion Workshop in 1993, and sold his first story, the Sturgeon Award-winning Jigoku no mokushiroku, to Asimov's in 1995. His 2004 short, The Ashbazu Effect, was a finalist for the Sidewise alternate history award. McDaid's 1993 hypermedia novel, Uncle Buddy's Phantom Funhouse, was praised by The New York Times for its "sheer pleasure of play," in a review which called the novel's two cassettes of music the work of "[a] mischievous guitarist and vocalist with a gift for the inimitable phrase." The Funhouse was included in a 2015 National Endowment for the Humanities digital conservation project, and was one of the subjects of the 2017 follow-up book, Traversals, from MIT Press. Since his early retirement in 2016 from a day job in corporate communications, McDaid has been writing full time and playing at folk venues and cons. In October 2017, he won both the topical and 48-hour "Iron Filker" competitions at the Ohio Valley Filk Fest. He is currently working on a WWII alternate history novel. His fiction and music can be found online at harddeadlines.com, as well as his own website at www.johnmcdaid.com. |
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Representative Work for the 2020 Pegasus Awards Lost in Translation (mp3)Words and Music: Copyright ©2020 by John McDaid ASCAP We're livin' in a cave
Well we don't know what comprises
Fish aren't aware of water
ChorusThe Fox is in the henhouse The tools are on the Hill There's Russians in our Facebook Waving hundred dollar bills And the mango Mussolini Twitters out his fabrications The promise of America Lost in Translation
Well I went to ask the Bishop
The acolytes of Heston
Veterans living on the streets
ChorusWell there are no easy answers But the question's still worth asking Though it's hard to pay attention And we suck at multi tasking We are easily distracted By random information... Hey, look, a squirrel! Lost in Translation
It's a Prisoner's Dilemma
We amused ourselves to death (Final verse; unrecorded, since I only perform it live at filk cons)
We're the children of the batfrog |