So what's the secret to being a great filker? I don't know, but I do know this: all the great artists are prolific. This is true in mathematics (Euler with 800+ publications), music (Mozart with 500+ compositions), writing (Shakespeare's 30 plays and hundreds of poems), and art (Durer's woodprints). “Quality over quantity” is a fallacy: it's quality through quantity.
In any case, this is an example of quantity. It so happens that I can sing two songs: one of them is Yankee Doodle and the other one isn't. (OK, it's a weak joke, but don't blame me; that one is attributed to Ulysses S. Grant's) Seriously, I learned the song Barret's Privateers shortly after the birth of our twins, and subsequently wrote a filk to it (Bester's Telepaths). Shortly afterwards I was at a mathematics education workshop, and began writing this one.
Note that the punchline centers around the proof of the Riemann hypothesis. Little did I know that within days of completing the song, the Riemann hypothesis would be proven, though apparently not by “some punk kid,” but instead by someone who had been working on the problem for many years. I suppose I ought to rewrite the last few stanzas, but there is a longstanding tradition in the creative community that you never, never, never try to update your work. Given the reaction to George Lucas's updating of the Star Wars trilogy and Spielberg's disarming of the soldiers in ET, the “leave it as it was first produced” seems to be a good rule.
NotesOh the year was nineteen double-oh. How I wish I was in Paris now! When a letter from David Hilbert came, With problems unsolved for us to tame, Chorus God damn them all! I was told We'd solve these things for fame, not gold We would do some math, finds some proofs! I'm a broken man as I sit and fret On the last of Hilbert's problem set. David Hilbert looked around How I wish I was in Paris now! For twenty-three problems, all unsolved To test our mettle, and resolve Chorus The CH was the very first. How I wish I was in Paris now! Cohen proved that this was true, And likewise its converse was too! Chorus Hilbert asked of pyramids How I wish I was in Paris now! Could their volume be figured finitely? Dehn showed that this could not be, Chorus Hilbert's sixth conundrum asked How I wish I was in Paris now! Could the physicists write their axiom set Von Neumann said “Yeah, sure, you bet!” Chorus One by one the problems fell. How I wish I was in Paris now! Gelfond, Artin, Godel too By twenty-oh-oh we'd solved a few! Chorus The Riemann was my special task. How I wish I was in Paris now! Do the zeros all have real part one-half, The answer could change all of math. Chorus So here I am in my mumble-mumble year How I wish I was in Paris now! I've spent nearly all my life on it, And I hear it's been solved by some punk kid, Chorus