Well it’s that time of year again, isn’t it? Yep, this blog has been around for three years, which is about two and a half years longer than I intended and also let me tell you, things were a fuckin’ hell of a lot better for me three years ago! Nothin’ beats the feeling of sliding around on a slippery slope and the sinking feeling that things are only going to get worse and by “things” I mean the state of this country—not Mr. Poopy. Mr. Poopy always comes out on top in the end. At least so far I have. We’ll just have to see, now won’t we? So anyway, ‘tis the season for patriotism, so I will now subject you so some glorious Americana. We’ll make it quick and it won’t hurt a bit. I promise.
So we’ll start the ball rolling with this piece of 70’s cheese that comes off like a cross between Don McLean and the criminally under-downloaded Johnny Flag. This song uses the somewhat odd analogy of comparing the loss of America with some woman abandoning her family and it sort of works. At any rate, it might interest Mr. Mahoney to know that she’s back now and she’s filed the papers and is taking the house, the car and alimony payments look like they’re going to be a bitch. Only one song on this thing and it’s on both sides.