It's a fine mess we find ourselves in, this coronavirus thing, and the folks one usually looks to when extrication is called for . . . well. they're pretty much useless.
If not outright existentially threatening.
So. Well. Um . . . what are we supposed to do, then?Well, there has to be a better answer than one I've taken to in recent months -- sitting on the front stoop with a drink and a Lieutenant Dan cigar, muttering the F-word a lot. Let's brainstorm this, shall we?
FIRST, keep calm and carry on intelligently. Do what your doctor would tell you to do. I'm reasonably sure that doesn't involve a Lieutenant Dan cigar. Hey . . . do as I say, etcetera and so on.
Second . . . chill.
3 Chords & the Truth can help you with that second thing, and we'll do it by the numbers -- 33⅓, 45 and 78. And at whatever speed a compact disc spins.
If music can soothe the savage breast . . . beast . . . both? . . . whatever, music can get us through this epidemiological cluster-you-know-what. Music can mellow us out and calm us the you-know-what down.
Lucky for you, the Big Show is just a click (two at the most) away.
So, let us all center ourselves for the long slog -- by the numbers.
33⅓. 45. 78.
And at whatever speed a compact disc spins.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
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