There's a hole in Donald's head where all the crazy goes.
And America died for nothing, I suppose, Little minds have big mouths. Don't stop to count the cost, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
(Apologies to John Prine)
THAT'S US. We're a broken radio, and the sweet songs -- our democratic heritage -- can't last too long. Not when we're going like this. The Big Showwill do what it can. We will play our sweet songs as long as we can. But if our national -- our cultural -- hatred of the truth, of the rule of law . . . of one another . . . doesn't end, the sweet songs will fade into static. What cannot go on, won't. That is the message of this week's episode of 3 Chords & the Truth. We're here in the 3C&T apocalypse bunker beneath Omaha, by God, Nebraska, and we're doing what we can. Mainly, that's to play the best music we can, to remind you -- briefly -- of some basic, important things, and to keep alive the better angels of our cultural nature for as long as we can. That's what the Big Show can do. You have to do the rest. Now to the music. It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
There is not a single one of the Trumps fit to wash Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman's skivvies. According to those who knew Donald Trump Jr., in college, the boy could have earned a minor in underwear-washing.
Some years back, when LSU football was going through a meh stretch, and the Tigers had lost in agonizing fashion to one hated rival or another, a fellow native Louisianian was in despair.
My wife, trying to be encouraging, said something platitudinous on social media . . . you know, like "The sun will come up in the morning, and this, too, shall pass. So count your blessings, bucko." Midwesterners. They're so frickin' earnest. My fellow expat friend was having none of that bullshit.
"You don't understand," she said. "Football. It's all we got." We Louisianians damn grew up in Trumpworld -- we just didn't know what to call it then. It's not like anyone was going to spend the money or give two shits enough to build a world-class university the Tigers could be proud of.
IT'S NOT LIKE, magically, government would generally work and voters would generally care. It's not like the K-12 school system wouldn't always rank somewhere around dead last in the country. It's not like the poor wouldn't always be with us, always be killing one another, always be hopeless and always have Bubba -- who had a union job at the chemical plant and would die of cancer in about 20 years -- blame the poor for their mean estate. But goddammit, the LSU Tigers always had a shot. Except when they didn't. It's all we got. Folks in places like Nebraska don't get that. If the Nebraska Cornhuskers were magically transported to my home state, along with all their fans, in their present losing condition . . . well, "Nebraska" would supplant "Jonestown" in the Grim Reaper's thesaurus. SO, YOU ASK. What's this have to do with the Big Show, with 3 Chords & the Truth? Well, Cap, we all live in Trumpworld now. And we're all learning that, no, it's not darkest just before the dawn. It's darkest just before it gets even darker. It's suckiest just before the president gets all jiggy with his Twitter account and commits witness harassment against one of his own ambassadors who -- at that very moment -- is testifying at his House impeachment hearing. And then things get even worse. And then you learn to hang on to what you got. For as long as you can. In the Gret Stet, that's football. And great food. And a rich culture. And a world-class musical tradition. Being educated, having long lives and a minimally functioning government, with good roads and shit . . . not so much. Louisiana will always have gumbo, Russia will always have great vodka, Catholics will always have the Sistine Chapel (I think), and America will always have what was the most amazing patrimony on earth -- until it all went to shit. ME, I'M CLINGING to 3 Chords & the Truth. I look on the program as a flashlight in the darkness, a nod to musical truth, a tribute to what we had . . . and a hope that this present darkness just might be the precursor to dawn after all. I guess that Pollyanna-ish Midwestern optimistic crap might be starting to rub off on me after 30-something years. It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there.Aloha.
I think our present state of affairs in these United (for now) States may lie somewhere between laughing to keep from crying . . . and dying laughing. That last thing isn't meant to be figurative. God help us all, because we certainly haven't been able to help ourselves.
We live in a world where people like to spoon feed you both kinds of music.
You know, country and western. Rap and hip-hop. Classic rock and classic hits. Classical and orchestral. Here at 3 Chords & the Truth, we play one kind of music -- good. The bad, we don't mess with.
So, in the course of one show -- like this week's -- you're apt to hear The Young Rascals followed by Leonard Cohen. Mama Cass followed by Sarah Vaughan. Charlie Byrd followed by Squeeze. ANDY WILLIAMS followed by Nazareth. I'm pretty proud of Andy Williams followed by Nazareth.
It all works. It all expands your mind and your horizons. It all makes up the rich musical gumbo you know as the Big Show. Screw radio homogeneity, and screw the programmers and corporate suits who sell you short on an unending basis. We don't roll like that. We're 3 Chords & the Truth, dammit. Be there. Aloha.
This is from the year of my Boomer birth (note how I capitalize here -- try it sometime), 1961. This exemplifies what some might call a "high-functioning culture." When y'all look up from your TikTok videos long enough to consider how to write a piece of music in 7/4 time -- much less how to dance to a piece of music in 7/4 time -- come get me so I can see what you've come up with. I'll be having a cocktail . . . legally.
Style and substance -- the Big Show has both. Always has. Always will. In radio today, I'm not sure what's the rarer thing, style or substance. Some stations and programs have some degree of style. Others -- not a bunch -- have substance. Few have both. Actually, having both is a good way to not be on the radio. Having both, come to think of it, is a good way to be totally screwed in lots of ways in our culture today. Such are the times in which we live. The blessing and the curse of 3 Chords & the Truthis that it's the program that doesn't give a damn.
Bad news: This sort of thing is a horrible way to make any money. Good news: We've no money to lose from not being dumb-ass enough, so you're gonna hear some wild sh . . . stuff on this here little podcast. (Gotta watch the language. "Style," don't you know.) Style and substance. Boy is that happening on the Big Showthis week. And, boy, do you need to be listening to the Big Show this week.
Really, aren't we all tired of the dumb and the artless? Time for a change. It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all.Be there. Aloha.