TV GUIDE: June 2026

Alaine Morrisles to sing theme for anthology series Isn’t It Ironic

Grammy-winning icon Alaine Morrisles has quietly agreed to record the theme song for an upcoming streaming anthology series titled Isn’t It Ironic.

The series, described as “Twilight Zone meets Spiritual Scrapbook,” was created and produced by eccentric Midwest writer-musician Lorenzo Champion, whose blend of autobiographical stories, surreal twists, and Writers’ Room banter has already sparked cult buzz before the pilot airs.

Champion will appear in recurring roles, most notably in age makeup as August Ivy Wachter, a quirky Airbnb host with a house of haunted and/or blessed board games in the Friday-night segment, Game Night.

Other recurring segments in the Isn’t It Ironic anthology include: Backyard Mythos, Jesus Moments, the politically-charged Parallel Universe, and psychological thriller Signal Fires.    

Morrisles’ involvement began as a one-line promise to “sing the theme if it ever gets picked up.” Now, with early traction and industry interest, her name is attached to the opening credits.

EPISODE 1, SCENE 1:

[June 2026 — Writer’s Room, late afternoon]

[A cluttered West Michigan loft-studio: lyric sheets everywhere, mugs, guitars, Morgan snoozing on the “Executive Producer” chair. Everyone looks half-burned-out, half-delirious.]

DR. KAT (smiling at the absurdity):
So the irony is… Alaine thought she was bartering for a one-night cameo — couch scene, two lines, tops.
Now she’s enshrined in the opening credits of a show called Isn’t It Ironic?
She wrote herself in without realizing she was writing herself in.

RICKLES:
Hold up. She signed on for one line, one couch, one night—
and now she’s stuck singin’ the theme for the whole damn series?
That’s not irony, that’s extortion.
Or good management—depending who’s cashing the checks.

PHIL LUNDY:
You have to admit, it’s cosmic.
The woman who gave us a song called “Ironic”—which technically wasn’t—
is now the voice of our irony song.
That’s either fate or one helluva callback.

CASEY BRIGHT (deadpan, to camera):
She gave us one verse in the contract.
Page twelve. Dead pilot clause.
Now it’s the hook of the whole franchise.
She’s not mad—she’s laughing.
’Cause that’s irony too..

[A knock. The door creaks open. Sunglasses. Attitude.]

[Enter ALAINE MORRISLES, amused but wary.]

LORENZO CHAMPION (standing, instantly flustered):
Ms. Morissette—uh, Ms. Morrisles—per your contract, here’s the revised III theme.

[He slides a crisp lyric sheet. She sighs, rolls her eyes… then smiles.]

ALAINE:
Alright… let’s see what you people cooked up.

CASEY (to camera):
Eight writers, eight verses.
One possible lawsuit.

[A soft acoustic strum begins. She reads straight from the sheet — first take, no rehearsal.]

LORENZO’s VERSE (sung):
It’s Lorenzo laughing while the plan falls apart,
Casey’s steady pen, Kat’s therapeutic heart;
Rickles roasts the room but somehow plays it kind.
Isn’t it ironic?
We’re writing our own punchlines.

[She half-smiles, tilts her head toward Lorenzo: 

ALAINE:
You poured your heart out here, didn’t you?

RICKLES’ VERSE:
Lorenzo says he’s done—then starts another book,
Casey calls it genius, I just call it luck;
Lundy cackles, Eko’s rolling his eyes.
Isn’t it ironic?
We’re legends in disguise.

[Alaine leans in, stares at his bald head. He squirms. The room erupts.]

CASEY’s VERSE:
It’s Hot Damn & Cheap Whiskey on a comeback stage,
Introverts united, never actin’ their age;
It’s Morgan the Pomchi barkin’ right on cue.
Isn’t it ironic?
This song’s about you.

[She delivers it earnestly. Casey gives a quiet, almost proud nod.]

EKO’s VERSE:
It’s introverts makin’ a show about fame,
It’s winnin’ the lottery without knowin’ the game;
It’s gettin’ your big break when you’re old and gray.
Isn’t it ironic?
You wouldn’t want it any other way.

[She locks eyes with Eko. He blushes. She grins.]

ALAINE (to Eko, spoken):
I actually like that one.

[Applause, laughter. She finishes all the proposed lyric verses, then sets the sheet on the table. The room holds its collective breath.]

ALAINE:
Okay. Yes, I’ll sing your theme song — for real.
In fact… I kinda like you people.

[She picks up the mic again.]

ALAINE:
…but I’m only keeping my verse. And Eko’s. Okay?

[She tears off the last page, hums a new melody, and belts her rewritten closing verse:]

ALAINE (sings):
It’s singin’ a joke line just to help pay the rent,
And findin’ your voice becomes the show’s cement;
Thinkin’ you’re background when the spotlight’s on you —
Isn’t it ironic…
that’s what artists do.

[Mic drop. Silence — then cheers!!]

RICKLES:
Of course she keeps pretty-boy’s verse.

[Eko hides his face. Kat pats his shoulder.]

CASEY:
And that’s why you read the fine print.

[Alaine heads for the door, then stops, playful glint in her eye.]

ALAINE:
Oh — and about that contract?
I want the Airbnb host role.
The one who overhears the old hippie laughing and talking to himself while co-writing online.
That one’s mine.

[She bows, exits.]

[Rickles bursts out laughing.]

RICKLES:
Of course she wants to play the woman who calls you crazy!

LORENZO:
She just gave us our show’s heartbeat.
Let her have the role — and the verse.
Yaaay!!

[Laughter fills the room. Morgan barks once, perfectly on cue.]