Journal, News, Guests by Jim Fitting
Carrots
The new health care debate?
Sounds like the old health carrot debacle...What up doc?
Just like Fudd is never gonna get the wabbit, Wiley E. Coyote is never gonna catch Roadrunner.
The carrot is out there dangling.
And if you get sick, they hit you with a stick.
And hard times? Have you seen a car ad lately? Ford wants you to know if you buy a new car and then lose your source of income over the next year; you can still return the car. Sweet!
Though we do our best to ignore the endless puppet show in the bright little box back home, it can weigh heavy on the heart and mind.
So since there ain't no tv in Luther's van, nor is there one in that dank low place they call the Basement; we take the opportunity to take the table and our kit out on the road whenever we can. (Next time we will leave the six-string banjo behind, thanks Dave.)
And so when we're drinking gin and juice (that's Tanqueray and prune) in a stranger's kitchen, practicing saying 'Hey lady!' and trowing nuts at each other, it all seems a little less pressing.
Oh yeah we did play some songs for some folks somewhere in Northhampton. And then instead of going to DC to watch bags of money slip into the swamp, we drove to Saratoga to watch the ponys run; and to learn what Greenberger co-wrote with Chandler: Pushing Up Daisys for one.
We heard Sarah Pedinotti and Julio clap hands, say yeah. Singing Jesus on the Mainline with Sean down at Cafe Lena.
And Del Mar hospitality, what more can you say?
Then we were at the Rodeo Bar after the Puerto Rican Day street fair on 3rd Ave. Max had the place packed, and smoke was coming out of the bison's nose just like the old days...
And we had cds for sale.
Well if you are from Denmark and you want a cd, the fact that you want "Human" by the Killers might be secondary to the fact that there is a guy selling cds by the side of the bandstand...
Here's a hundred. You can catch a cab. This is New York City. The Killers. Human.
What's it worth to you?
Is it worth crashing on couches, butthole surfing over bad roads in the back of the van? Coming in late to work on Monday with a hangover?
Or has it become a diamond in your mind?
What's up with that...doc?
I'll take the carat, who gets the stick?
Sounds like the old health carrot debacle...What up doc?
Just like Fudd is never gonna get the wabbit, Wiley E. Coyote is never gonna catch Roadrunner.
The carrot is out there dangling.
And if you get sick, they hit you with a stick.
And hard times? Have you seen a car ad lately? Ford wants you to know if you buy a new car and then lose your source of income over the next year; you can still return the car. Sweet!
Though we do our best to ignore the endless puppet show in the bright little box back home, it can weigh heavy on the heart and mind.
So since there ain't no tv in Luther's van, nor is there one in that dank low place they call the Basement; we take the opportunity to take the table and our kit out on the road whenever we can. (Next time we will leave the six-string banjo behind, thanks Dave.)
And so when we're drinking gin and juice (that's Tanqueray and prune) in a stranger's kitchen, practicing saying 'Hey lady!' and trowing nuts at each other, it all seems a little less pressing.
Oh yeah we did play some songs for some folks somewhere in Northhampton. And then instead of going to DC to watch bags of money slip into the swamp, we drove to Saratoga to watch the ponys run; and to learn what Greenberger co-wrote with Chandler: Pushing Up Daisys for one.
We heard Sarah Pedinotti and Julio clap hands, say yeah. Singing Jesus on the Mainline with Sean down at Cafe Lena.
And Del Mar hospitality, what more can you say?
Then we were at the Rodeo Bar after the Puerto Rican Day street fair on 3rd Ave. Max had the place packed, and smoke was coming out of the bison's nose just like the old days...
And we had cds for sale.
Well if you are from Denmark and you want a cd, the fact that you want "Human" by the Killers might be secondary to the fact that there is a guy selling cds by the side of the bandstand...
Here's a hundred. You can catch a cab. This is New York City. The Killers. Human.
What's it worth to you?
Is it worth crashing on couches, butthole surfing over bad roads in the back of the van? Coming in late to work on Monday with a hangover?
Or has it become a diamond in your mind?
What's up with that...doc?
I'll take the carat, who gets the stick?
