A lot of you are getting pretty crazy right about now … Halloween on a Friday. Us, we’re sitting at home with some punk rock songs about graveyards, vampires, zombies and bloody alien invasions. Stay safe out there.
I’ve had several reasonably interesting minor epiphanies lately. One of which is the often-overlooked fact that there are as many great songs written about money troubles as there are about break-ups.
The struggle of the working musician, the impoverished-by-choice troubador is one of the first casualties of rock n’ roll-stardom. Though Adam Duritz wrote (though only on the first Counting Crows record) “When everybody loves you, that’s just about as f-up as you can be.” I would argue that he is probably not worried about bouncing a check, or running out of gas station burritos.
Wrote a bad check to the government. Wrote a bad check to my parents. Wrote a bad check to this cello player. She didn’t know it at the time ’cause I’m singing it later.
Michael Knott’s music career is a Homeric poem of possibilities, dashed-hopes and absurd slice-of-life observations.
Check the genius imagery of the chorus:
Sometimes I wish those shiny red lights on cop cars
were just big bright cherries
I wanna bowl
I wanna knock down some pins