What can you say?
Yeah. Well, crap.
Sums it up, because it's nasty ugly out there. You don't want to be out there too much in the nasty ugly feces-flinging match that is American life and American politics today. You just don't.
That, friend, is why 3 Chords & the Truth is here. It is your refuge; I can't do much, but I can do this. I can create a musical refuge that summons the better angels of our nature . . . while the devils run amok outside the safe confines.
I mean, it sucks out there.
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That would be this one -- 3 Chords & the Truth.
Well, that's about it. Oh . . . at the end, there may be some thoughts spurred on by Boz Scaggs.
Now that really is it.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.