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Good things happen to bad people

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Todd Snider

“New York Banker” 


“In Between Jobs”


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It seems like a good time for bad things to happen to bad people.

An excellent start would be Jamie Damon with the rest of the Wall St. criminals to follow. A few more can be found here and here.

going down down down

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Way back in 1966 Allen Toussaint teamed up with  Lee Dorsey and released  Working in the Coal Mine that became an all time favorite. Yeah, we were rock and roll fans but a good R&B tune never failed to shake us up and sing along. A local band played the song for years at the Friday night dances and we never tired of it. Even in the midst of the Vietnam war it was a time of awakening and of high hopes for the future but I think there was a nagging in the back of our minds that we all may end up a coal miner of sorts but with cleaner faces and hands. We did.

For the masses with a mindset of work and debt is the American way, we daily climbed in the rail car and rode down the coal hole tempering the tediousness with thoughts of faster cars, bigger houses and TVs and a never ending supply of  Budweisers. Yes sir, the rail car was a fairly smooth ride until one day on the trip down the cavern we came to a fork with big signs blocking both ways saying “Closed.” One said this vein has been mined out and the other indicated that more profits for the owners have been found by utilizing cheaper labor in foreign lands that have no unions or workers rights. The ride back to the daylight found only cloudy skies. The media said “don’t worry,” it’s just a transition because we’re a service oriented country now and we’ll let others do the dirty work that we didn’t want to do anyway.

I remember a long time ago on a nice Sunday just like today my girl and I expanded our consciousness, filled up the gas tank and took a ride into Kentucky. A few wrong turns east and we ended up on gravel roads through some beautiful hills that seemed to never end. Lost but happy we rambled on into the coal mining area of Appalachia where there was little but shacks and tin trailers and lost American dreams. Close to dark we finally found a small town, a $6 motel and discovered we were over 150 miles from home. Lying in that shabby motel bed we pondered why by geographical and parental fate we were lucky not to have been born in this place where the only jobs were underground. We had factory jobs, above ground, air conditioned even. Our luck would never end we said, it would only get better. Little did we know.

I hear a lot of talk about getting Americans back to work. The godfather Herman Cain rolled into town the other day to try and drum up votes for his ‘vision’ of a presidential takeover. Jobs jobs jobs he cries without any details on the hows while humming “I’ve got dem ole Islamic blues again.” You might think someone whose ancestors were cotton pickin’ slaves would go a little easier on the racist rhetoric but I suppose he enjoys the reverse role playing.  Turning on the radio just after an interview with Herm, I heard the hacks flipping coins for whether they would support him or Michele Bachmann. It was so funny I forget to laugh.

Good jobs are going to the women these days it is said. They’re getting the better education, are aggressive and for many of the ‘smart’ ones this idea of raising kids is passĂ©. Trading the slavery of motherhood for the slavery of corporatehood seems like a good deal. Many of the modern movies tell us so.

Come to think of it, maybe we deserve Ms. Bachmann as our next pres. Equal opportunity to be top dog and serve the bankers, Israel and the war machine is a concept whose time may have come.

Getting back to our title tune, we often find that good songs somehow degenerate over time. When “Working in the Coal Mine” was recorded by Harry Connick, Jr. we may have thought that was as low as it could go. But no, for a few coins it was leased to Walmart and the lyrics changed to  “Working on the rollbacks, prices going down down.”   Mining for that last dollar is what they do.

No offense to Lee Dorsey but my favorite version is from Devo. Maybe because de-evolution is really what is going down.

Gil Scott-Heron

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Gil Scott-Heron has died.  His phrase/poem/tune “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” is very well known and often used but the man behind it is not a household name. Say what you may about him but he had something to say. Too bad he never got to jam with Jimi Hendrix. That would have been something.

Gil’s song about nuclear power plants and nuclear waste, “South Carolina,” is still as relevant today as it was 32 years ago when he sang it.

What ever happened to the protests and the rage,
What ever happened to the voices of the sane,
What ever happened to the people who gave a damn.
Didn’t they justify the dying in the jungle of Vietnam.

Listen to more Gil Scott-Heron at Wolfgang’s Vault.

Gil did a lot of dope and alcohol.  He earned the right to sing honestly about it.

"If you want to be a different fish, you’ve got to jump out of the school"

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Don Van Vliet, aka Captain Beefheart, has now moved on from this vibrational plane. 

To most folks his music was an acquired taste and best appreciated in the altered states of the day but the legend and tall tales of his life make for a story to be remembered.

His death is not important in the overall scheme of today’s world you may say. True, but the footnotes of history sometimes provide a little diversion and stoke some long lost memories… and that’s not always a bad thing.

This 1982 video was rejected by MTV. A compliment in hindsight.

Snubbing Bono

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Bud Adams, owner of the Tennessee Titans, signals to Bono and U2 that they are not welcome in ‘his house.’

Poor U2 and their new world disorderly Bono. The Tennessean reports today that the biggest venue in Nashville, LP field, turned them away so they had to settle for Vanderbilt Stadium for their 2011 tour. That’s a loss of somewhere around 30,000 ticket sales. Original ticket prices of $30 to $250 are now inflated  up to $1,100 through scalpers ticket brokers.

It’s not like Bud Adams is snubbing his nose at Bono because he is a con artist. Bud is one too, conning convincing Nashville to foot most of the bill for his stadium and ongoing costs. The old man probably views U2’s ‘clients’ as hippies and doesn’t want them stinking up his ‘house.’

U2 just may be the most overrated band in the history of the world. Globalist media promotion and friends in high places keep their scam going.

Bono’s lemming followers surely must know that he is a tax dodger who asks the Irish government to contribute more to Africa while at the same time he’s reducing tax payments that could help fund that aid.

They must be aware that Bono’s ethical holier-than-thou African fashion line is now Made In China.

As they stood in line for that $250 ticket, they had to know that Bono’s ONE foundation only gives 1% of its funds to charity, saying that they are an advocacy and campaigning organization, a lobbying group that ‘raises  awareness’ and tries to convince legislatures to give more of your tax money to so called ‘aid’ groups otherwise known as thieves.

All of that will be a mute point as concert goers raise their hands in a pseudo religious fervor, pat themselves on the back for being a politically correct music lover and take home a Bono t-shirt to show the world they care.   

I like what AC/DC frontman Brian Johnson had to say about Bono’s ‘charity’ work.

The singer said he and his band prefer to help in private with no press conferences.

“I do it myself, I don’t tell everybody I’m doing it,” Johnson said.

“I don’t tell everybody they should give money – they can’t afford it.

“When I was a working man I didn’t want to go to a concert for some bastard to talk down to me that I should be thinking of some kid in Africa.

“I’m sorry mate, do it yourself, spend some of your own money and get it done.

I’m with Brian Johnson and Bud Adams on this one. Give Bono the finger and tell him to go elsewhere.