I wrote this new one yesterday after reading an article on a botched U.S. military bombing in Afghanistan. Basically the military (meaning 2 guys sitting in a video room in Nevada controlling a drone 4,000 miles away) targeted a group of civilians and mistook them for insurgents and blistered their cars with helicopter bullets and missiles. A bunch of them died. The families of the innocent dead were given 48 hundred dollars as compensation. That’s tax money right there. I’d be willing to give a little more, though, wouldn’t you? And I’d be willing to spend some of my cash to court marshall those responsible.
But anyway, that ain’t up to me. And that’s only how the song started.
It quickly moved away from any kind of political-ridiculous song. And I like where it went. It’s kinda a blues-type-thing. I recorded it in one take, so there’s a couple mistakes in there and after I recorded it I made a few minor edits to a few of the lines just to clean up the phrasing. But what you hear is the basic outline for the song, which I’m gonna start playing out soon.
Speaking of that…I have a show coming up on May 15 at Uncommon Ground in Wrigleyville. It’ll be a hot one. Jonas Friddle from the Barehand Jugband is doing a solo set too. And Indignation Jones is also playing. I go on at 7 and play for 45 minutes.
The jugband’s also got a big show at Double Door coming up on Tuesday, May 3. We’ll be strutting around the stage and dripping sweat. It’s only 5 bucks to get in and the Hoyle Brothers and Shams Band are playing too. Come check it out. Starts at 9pm.
The Big Money Truck haulin through the stretches of Idaho unearthed the blackened body of a diggin man while his country, far overseas laid down the law. Lots a love-makin over the great blue ocean. Lots a tunnels gone through. Lots to figure out.
Something funny said. Hair transportation via laser-guided missiles which seek out secrets that spoil the surprises to be found by investigative journalists five years after a terrible event.And what of blind eyes? The sun’s been hidden lately. The clouds covering everything.
Jesus Christ rose from the grave so long ago. Who says in today’s age he wouldn’t fall down a flight of stairs, or off the top of a very tall building? Maybe his balance is off? Maybe he’d get gunned down for making too much noise? In any event he’d still probably welcome anyone into his home no matter what they looked like or which way they entered. If you’re not concerned with that at least you can catch the redeye outta St. Louis again.
Oh, thanks the Lawd! The defenders of truth and justice and the American way are stickin their necks out so far. They will not take the stand. They will issue no opinions. They have nothing to gain. For now. I spent 70 dollars of my hard-earned cash on gas yesterday. I can remember when 70 dollars was a lot of money. When I’d dream to get 70 dollars in my pocket. Feel the cool crispness of the cash cracking between my fingers. Now it ain’t nothin special. Just gets me where I gotta go to make more 70 dollar increments so I can spend em to get where I need to go. Probably, though, 70 dollars couldn’t buy much of anything. Not a sporting event ticket for sure. And, probably not happiness no matter who you are.
Here’s the new song for this week. Was a little behind due to a family emergency that sent me to the ER over the weekend. So this song I wrote on Monday night and recorded last night.
I knew everyone in the world would be on the edge of their seats with no Monday song. So I didn’t want to just skip out on the entire week.
Anyway…I can’t quite put my finger on this one. Is it any good, or does it need one more element (like a shift somewhere to tie everything together), or is it just another addition to my growing pile of 2 minute love tunes.
How about some audience participation on this one? Let me know what you think. Or at least let me know that you’re out there….
My head wasn’t in this one. You can tell by the singing.
Was laid up in the hospital with a loved one. That’s why there wasn’t a new song yesterday. But I got one that I plan on recording this week and getting up later. So watch for that. Just gotta stretch out my limbs a bit after sleeping on a fold-out chair.
But, anyway. It’s still all the headlines from cnn.com. You can tell it’s a slow news cycle. Nothing big and exciting. You can tell the media ain’t got their head in it either. They never do. Or, hardly ever do.
Pullin the old switcheroo, fermented booze and apple juice. I won I won I won. Here’s a little taste of what the future’s gonna look like. But you gotta spend some dough. In my car I’m brainwashed driving pleasant streets lined with pleasant trees sucking down all my pleasant carbon monoxide. I get everywhere so fast. Lickitysplit. Man and Woman attached at hip eating bananas and crying into milk bowls lingering at the breakfast nook. Wide hips swaying in the breeze. So, see, there’s no perfect society. Every one is great and every one is terrible. Great and terrible. Destructive and redemptive. In the end it all burns whitehot and the rebirth is a rapid heartbeat. Who says there’s no more publicity stunts. Who says there’s no more personalities. Who says reality television ain’t grand. Tornadoes thrown into the pokey with no bread or water. Spinning. Sons are seen soon. Welcomed rising out of the murky waters.
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