Hi…

The record company wanted me to write about this record.  I told them I wrote the record, so what’s the point?  I mean,  imagine walking up to Burroughs, and asking, “Yo, Bill…can you write a couple blurbs about Naked Lunch?” 

Then I smacked myself upside the head, realized I wasn't William F'n Burroughs, and wrote the following:

I love it here - America, I mean, so I'm pissed off and scared and troubled.  Our comfort level has mesmerized us into a numbness that even the impossible horror of  9/11 failed to snap.  Politicians do nothing (except continue to get nabbed for illegal monkey business) because  the current administration is impotent - erectile dysfunction of the frontal lobe.

Immigration policy failure, unconstitutional Orwellian "security" taps, an unwinnable war, corruption in almost every federal agency from the CIA to the SSA, failed social programs, and on and on and on.  Our position in the world theatre has dropped faster than Ozzy fell from reality TV to rehab.  

It's that numbness thing.  We watch like helpless baby ducks. We moan as we sift through our portfolios.  We whine as we hand a hundred dollar bill to the guy who just filled up our Hummer. And in all our smug intellectualizing,  we don't have a clue of a clue of how powerful we can be. 

Since my wife put the kibosh on me heading up a revolution, I am relegated to do one of the few things I do with any competency... I can lyrically and musically shed some light on the madness.  Will it do any good?  Maybe.  If I make enough noise, covertly educate under the guise of entertainment, maybe a charismatic creature or two will emerge and stir the soup.  Until then, do your best to stay informed and blame no one else until you do something.

Oh yeah, under the "ABOUT THE SONGS" section in the menu, there are some  comments to help you get a head start about what it is I happened to be dissatisfied with at the time.  See ya.

Palumbo