When my father died, a cousin speculated he and my late uncle were in heaven grousing because they didn't have anything to complain about.
By that token, we must be happy as clams here in the Disunited States of America. We've got lots to complain about.
It's to the point where I was trying to figure out how to make this week's episode of 3 Chords & the Truth really suck so more people might be pleased to listen to it.
FACE IT, we're mad in this country -- as in off-the-charts angry. And judging by the evening news, the morning newspaper and the food fights all over the Internet, it's looking like we've gone mad, too.
I mean, on the Big Show this go 'round, I almost feel as if I ought to smash a beer can on my head -- à la John Belushi in Animal House -- to make you laugh . . . or distract you from killing somebody. Or somebody from killing you.
Maybe, as a reasonable alternative, we'll just have a "crazy" set of music this week. OK? Will that work for you?
Please don't hurt me.
THAT WAS a joke. Gee whiz, you've been really touchy lately. You'd think people have gone around insulting your mama and calling you a godless communist.
Man, that's harsh.
OK, here's the deal. Sit back, kick your shoes off and get comfortable. I'll put some tunes on, and you can chill out. Really, I think 3 Chords & the Truth is just what the psychoanalyst ordered.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.