Well, it’s official. Candidates are starting to posture about the blow at the subprime lending market that has started to go belly-up (nice euphemism). Nothing like attempting to cater to votes by saying, hey it’s not your fault let’s get my government to bail you out. Ugh. Isn’t it the American way to live far beyond your means? My grandmother calls it having champaign taste on a beer budget.
I suppose my choice today is an odd one. It was a pretty big hit not long ago. But the mess that future government leaders want to step in and fix is ridiculous considering that they can’t even follow through with the part of the country devastated by a hurricane known as Katrina. Give me a break. Wanna really help us out? Pull us out from under the control of a privately held bank known as the Federal Reserve.
I’m a bit curious at the moment, now that the lead singer of Good Charlotte is dating Nicole Richie and they’re apparently having a kid together, how he feels about his own song. I’m impressed so far with the fact that I haven’t seen or heard reports of him in the media about the situation. So far so good. But behind closed doors, is it the same? I wish him the best. It’s got to be rough taking on that scrutiny that obviously comes with the territory of getting involved with Nicole, or Paris, Brittney, or Lindsay.
In the meantime, I’ll enjoy this song. It’s catchy. It’s rockin. And it has a point. It gets rather boring to hear about we create a band, write some music, say some words, get famous, then moan about it. I know very few musicians that don’t desire the fame that comes with the territory when you write a song that makes people happy, sad, or just plain feel something. It can change their life and in turn it changes the writers life. It’s how it works. Right?