Once upon a time, Walt Whitman could write this -- I Hear America Singing:
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,I THINK, when you distill all that besets up on this Independence Day of 2010, it comes down to this one thing.
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
We're having trouble remembering the tune.
The tune that America was singing.
Anyway, that's what's on my mind for this holiday edition of the Big Show. Your mileage may vary.
There's some other stuff -- amazing stuff -- in there as well this week, so you really don't want to miss what we're up to as you go about whatever it is you're up to for the Fourth.
IT'S 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.