I had ChatGPT generate this episode for a lark, prompting each scene separately. Any typos happened during formatting.
JERRY’S OPENING STANDUP MONOLOGUE
Progressive rock and its time signatures, folks. I mean, these musicians are like mad scientists in a laboratory, cooking up a musical experiment that would make Einstein scratch his head. They’re like, “Hey, let’s not just stick to your standard 4/4 time signature. Let’s throw in some 7/8, 9/8, 13/8… Heck, why stop there? Let’s go for the gold and dive into some 17/16 just to mess with everyone’s sense of rhythm.” I don’t know about you, but when I’m tapping my foot to a song, I don’t want to feel like I’m solving a Rubik’s Cube at the same time. I mean, I’ve got enough going on in my life. But hey, hats off to these progressive rockers for keeping us on our toes and reminding us that sometimes, even in music, it’s good to step outside of our comfort zones… even if it means bringing your calculator along.
SCENE 1 – INT. JERRY’S APARTMENT – DAY
Jerry, Kramer, George, and Elaine are gathered in Jerry’s apartment. Jerry and Kramer are sitting on the couch, while George and Elaine sit in chairs nearby.
JERRY: You know, Kramer, Discipline is hands down the best King Crimson album. The precision, the complexity, it’s a masterpiece. And I love that line, “talk, talk, it’s only talk,” it’s genius!
KRAMER: Absolutely, Jerry! Adrian Belew’s guitar work is out of this world.
GEORGE (disagreeing): Discipline? Are you kidding me? Lizard is the real gem! The symphonic elements, the intricate storytelling, it’s a work of art.
ELAINE (sighing): Ugh, can we talk about something other than this weird, obscure music? I mean, what happened to good old-fashioned pop songs?
JERRY (defensively): Hey, King Crimson is not just any band, Elaine. They’re legends!
GEORGE (clenching his fists and beginning to sweat): Belew’s an idiot. Peter Sinfield writes better lyrics, hands down.
KRAMER (with a cough from eating popcorn): Sinfield sucks! See it’s all about Belew’s energy on stage.
The argument escalates, voices growing louder and more heated.
ELAINE (flustered): Guys, can we please talk about something normal? Like Madonna or Michael Jackson?
JERRY (angry): This is normal for us, Elaine! Music matters!
Suddenly, the characters turn their heads as Newman enters the apartment, carrying a stack of King Crimson albums.
NEWMAN (looking triumphant): Gentlemen, I couldn’t help but overhear your debate. And I have something to say. Discipline, my friends, is the pinnacle of King Crimson’s discography.
All eyes turn to Newman, waiting for his explanation.
NEWMAN (CONT’D): It’s like a carefully choreographed dance, each note falling perfectly into place. The album captures the essence of discipline in its very sound. It’s a journey, an exploration of the mind and soul. It’s the zenith of progressive rock!
Silence fills the room as the characters process Newman’s poetic speech.
GEORGE (disappointed): You too, Newman?
GEORGE stands up, frustrated.
GEORGE: George is getting upset!
The characters start talking over each other, passionately defending their opinions, as the scene fades out.
FADE OUT.
SCENE 2 – INT. COSTANZA LIVING ROOM – DAY
George is sitting on the couch, flipping through a stack of CDs while Frank stands nearby, watching TV.
GEORGE (looking frustrated): You just don’t get it, Dad! Nobody understands that “Lizard” is the best King Crimson album. It’s their masterpiece!
FRANK (nonchalantly): No, it’s “Red.” That’s the best one. You always had lousy taste in music, Georgie boy.
GEORGE (defensively): Lousy taste? “Lizard” has intricate compositions, complex instrumentation, and profound lyrics. It’s the pinnacle of progressive rock, and it’s so underrated!!
FRANK (shaking his head): Underrated? Who underrates it? Nobody even knows what you’re talking about! You should listen to real music like Emerson, Lake & Palmer. They’re a band with talent!
George’s mother, Estelle, enters the room, overhearing the conversation.
ESTELLE (indignantly): Lloyd Braun always had better taste in music than you, George! And guess what? He prefers Emerson, Lake & Palmer too!
GEORGE (defeated): Lloyd Braun? Seriously, Mom? You’re bringing him into this? He doesn’t know the first thing about good music!
ESTELLE (raising her voice): Oh, don’t you start with me, George! Lloyd was always ahead of his time, unlike you. He had an ear for greatness!
FRANK (nodding in agreement): That’s right, George. Your mother and Lloyd Braun know what they’re talking about. You need to broaden your horizons.
GEORGE (defensively): Broaden my horizons? I have a discerning taste in music, Dad. King Crimson is an acquired taste, and “Lizard” is a masterpiece! You’ll see, one day everyone will recognize its brilliance!
Estelle throws her hands up in frustration.
ESTELLE (screaming): I can’t believe I’m stuck in a family with such poor music taste! Maybe I should’ve married Lloyd Braun instead!
Frank and George exchange a bewildered look, caught off guard by Estelle’s outburst.
FRANK (dismissively): Oh, cut it out, Estelle! Lloyd Braun was a nutcase, and his taste in music was as crazy as he was!
Estelle storms out of the room, leaving Frank and George in awkward silence.
GEORGE (defeated): I guess it’s just you and me, Dad. Alone in our appreciation for the true brilliance of “Lizard.”
FRANK (smiling): That’s right, Georgie boy. It’s just us against the world. But remember, it’s still “Red” that reigns supreme.
George sighs and slumps back on the couch, realizing that his quest to convince his family of “Lizard’s” greatness is futile.
FADE OUT.
SCENE 3 – INT. PETERMAN’S OFFICE – DAY
Elaine nervously enters J. Peterman’s office, carrying a stack of papers. Peterman, sitting behind his desk, looks up from his notepad with a whimsical smile.
ELAINE (trying to sound assertive): Mr. Peterman, we need to talk. I’ve been noticing a strange trend in the office lately.
PETERMAN (raising an eyebrow): Ah, Elaine! How delightful to see you. Pray, what trend has captured your attention?
ELAINE (slightly irritated): Everyone’s been talking about progressive rock, Mr. Peterman. It’s all they can talk about. I can’t escape it!
PETERMAN (leaning back in his chair): Ah, progressive rock. A wondrous genre, full of musical tales that traverse time and space. But tell me, Elaine, have you ever heard the mellifluous melodies of “In the Court of the Crimson King”?
ELAINE (confused): Um, yeah, I think I’ve heard it. But that’s not the point, Mr. Peterman. I’m just tired of hearing about it constantly. Can we focus on work?
PETERMAN: (ignoring Elaine’s request): Ah, the first time I encountered that masterpiece was on a foggy evening in London. The air was thick with anticipation as the needle grazed the vinyl’s surface. And as the haunting notes of “21st Century Schizoid Man” echoed through the room, I felt a cosmic connection to the very essence of music itself.
ELAINE (baffled): Wait, are we still talking about work? Because I really need to discuss the—
PETERMAN (interrupting): Elaine, imagine the electric thrill that coursed through my veins as the mellotron painted landscapes of sound, and the silvery voice of Greg Lake whispered tales of lost empires and mystical journeys. It was as if the music itself wove a tapestry of my soul.
ELAINE (desperate): Mr. Peterman, I really don’t care about your spiritual connection with progressive rock! I just want to address the issue at hand, which is—
PETERMAN (ignoring Elaine once again): Ah, Elaine, you must understand that progressive rock is more than just music. It’s a gateway to unexplored realms of the imagination, a vessel that transports us beyond the mundane confines of our daily lives.
Elaine’s frustration reaches its peak, and she stands up abruptly.
Elaine storms out of the office, leaving Peterman in a state of confusion and remorse.
PETERMAN (sighs): Ah, the ebb and flow of life. Sometimes, the melodies weaves a tapestry of connection, and sometimes it unravels the very threads that bind us.
Peterman stares pensively out the window, lost in his thoughts as the office remains quiet.
FADE OUT.
SCENE 4 – STEINBRENNER’S OFFICE AT THE NEW YORK YANKEES.
George is seated nervously across from his boss, Mr. Steinbrenner.
STEINBRENNER (leaning forward, looking stern): George, have a seat. I’ve called you in today because I’ve heard some troubling rumors. Word on the street is that you’ve been going around telling everyone that Lizard is the best King Crimson album. Is that true, George?
GEORGE (stammering): Well, uh, I mean… I don’t know where you heard that, Mr. Steinbrenner. It must be a misunderstanding. I never said Lizard was the best, I… uh…
STEINBRENNER (raising his hand): George, George, George. I thought I hired someone with impeccable taste in music. The best King Crimson album is undoubtedly Larks’ Tongues in Aspic. It’s a masterpiece!
GEORGE (trying to interject): But Mr. Steinbrenner…
STEINBRENNER (ignoring George’s attempts to interrupt): Oh, George, you have no idea! Let me tell you about each track on that album. We start off with “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic Part One.” It’s like a sonic journey, George, taking you to places you’ve never been.
GEORGE (more insistent): Mr. Steinbrenner, if I could just…
STEINBRENNER (waving his hand dismissively): And then there’s “Book of Saturday.” It’s a hauntingly beautiful ballad, George. You can feel the emotion in every note. Simply breathtaking!
GEORGE (frustrated): Mr. Steinbrenner, I really…
STEINBRENNER (leaning back, lost in his thoughts): Ah, and “Exiles.” The lyrics, George! The lyrics are so profound, it’s like poetry set to music. It’s the kind of song that makes you reflect on life and all its complexities.
GEORGE (standing up, exasperated): But Mr. Steinbrenner!
STEINBRENNER (still talking, unaware of George’s agitation): “Easy Money” is a rock masterpiece, George! A masterpiece! It’s got that driving rhythm and those killer guitar solos. It’s like the soundtrack to victory!
GEORGE (raising his voice): Mr. Steinbrenner, can I please say something?
GEORGE walks out of the office as STEINBRENNER starts to discuss the intricacies of “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic Part Two.” GEORGE shakes his head in disbelief as the door closes behind him.
FADE OUT.