I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night / alive as you and me / and—ironically, working as a regional manager for about 40 Wal-Mart stores in the midwest.
Which, I believe, easily trumps a “Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac.” So eat your deliciously fraught heart out, Mr Don Henley.
Ol’ Joe always was more of a Creedence Clearwater kind of guy. “Truckin’” left him cold, and the only Eagles tune he ever could stomach was “Take It to the Limit.”
Their cover of “Take It Easy” was pretty good, especially the banjo part. They should have done more songs entitled “Take It . . .”.
Oddly, neither of their “Take It…” songs was sung by Henley…
See Elvis and Osama there?
Yeah, and Nixon was giving Osama an ATF hat.
In addition to being spotted by you last night, it has been reported, by reliable sources, that Mr. Hill also called Don Henley and offered him as job as a greeter in his south Peoria store. That is if he was interested in doing anything meaningful.
Aha! But did you also dream that you were among the ones who put Joe Hill out to death?
Because that would just be wrong.
Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
tw: Heart of Glass
Mickey Hart’s Mystery Box reference huh? Takes me back to Further Tour 1996 and the Black Pyramid Gels. Those things kicked ass. I nearly discovered the meaning of life on 3 of them at the Sandstone show but got distracted when Bobby went into Blackbird. Or was it She Belongs to Me? You get the point.
Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac ain’t nothing, except maybe on a new one. There’s a Cadillac which parks near the office I work out of with a bumper sticker which says “Dead girls don’t say no.”
“Sure, I’ll pick up the gun, but I won’t guarantee which way I’ll point it.”
tw: race!
This thing is sending subliminal messages, Jeff!
“The bosses killed you Joe” I sad
“I never died” says he,
“I just took a few weeks off
and drank Margaritas at Club Med.”
So, like, forget that 5%, Charlie.
SB: certain
…no, I’ll go with Henley on this one. Hard to beat Boys of Summer, really.
Nice, Jeff: Primo counter-counterculture material.
More dope here on rich-antiestablishmentarianist Joanie:
tw: old
hypothesis confirmed!
I must of heard that “deadhead sticker on a cadillac” line about 500 times before I figured out that a cadillac owner isn’t supposed to listen to the grateful dead.
I guess I’m not old enough to remember when rock and roll was anything other than part of the establishment.
And as I’m not American, I imagine Cadillacs as big finned things with chrome and blarring rock music. I’ve heard that they aren’t like that any more, but no-one bothers importing any new ones into Australia. I mean, why would you? If it don’t have fins, why bother?
I recently heard a remake of boys of summer that:
1. Used “black flag sticker on a cadillac”
2. Was sung by a girl, which offers up all sort of interpretation about who was doing what with the boys of summer.
At least the Dead generally avoided open politiking. I can’t think of a single song they did that is political, except for Throwing Stones, which is more of an anti-war song that, unfortunately puts the US and USSR on the same moral level (though the fact that it does criticize the commies makes it relatively rare for rock circles)
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price
Money green or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
BTW, as a Deadhead, I’ve always resented Henley’s put down. Though younger jamband afficianados seem to have drunk the KookAid, us older hippies had more of a libertarian bent – look at John Perry Barlow.