Fourscore and fifteen minutes ago, prevarication became the expectation of the entire nation. Another day brings another weasel expressing his regret over his behavior while employed at 2120 Michigan Avenue, (or was it 1600 Pennsylvnia Avenue?) Well maybe you are just out on the 508 and it is hard not to think you've been lied to. After fifty years stuck out there on the so-called freeway, it dawns on you that you can't afford it. Just like the song says...
  Connector. Interstate. Turnpike. It's all the same,  no one's looking for an exit ramp...we're hookered, snookered every one.
And ain't that the dilemma we face with every offer of high mileage and low pay, to drive to another state where they are willing to pay
(for our 'art') actually we also have a pretty good time.
    Ain't that what Bo Diddley done? With Cracking up and Bring it to Jerome. And talk about art, take a look at that rectangle he calls a guitar. It took him around the world and back again. I'm a Roadrunner Baby!
  Last week we made it as far as the Cafe Lena in Saratoga . Jimmy Ryan rode out there with us, putting an upsidedown diminshed five on the top of Pop Life and singing Face Up like he don't care. It Takes One to know One and Having Such a Hard Time.
we thought it was worth burning a tank or two...
 But who is to say? Perhaps we are just sellers of pints; playing Beertown in the dry towns and White Lightning in the wet ones. And as an Iowa sage once said: 'we have sold more beer than cds over these many years'.
 But that ain't what Bo Diddley done, with Hey Man and You Pretty Thing. Yes he moved an ocean or two in his day, yet there is something better that remains.
    We are not dismayed at these economic considerations...nor do we aspire to lofty goals. Because there is something honest about a song sung from a stage; sometimes in tune, sometimes not. But beautiful.
I'm a roadrunner honey...Beep Beep!
  --  Bo Diddley --
       1928-2008