Blue Dog Saloon
7940 Port Tobacco Road
Port Tobacco, MD
9:30-1:30
Blue Dog was the first place I was ever payed to play music. Mike Dutton (after seeing me at the Zoo Bar jam (jams are how you network)) gave my name to Steve "Grotto" Potter who hired me to play down there, when I still had an 80+ lb. Ampeg amp from the '70s that was falling apart. Whenever I go there, I think of the Kirchen lyric, "The big rig spun a rooster-tail of oyster shells and rocks".
Not too many people there. I don't know if someone else was playing in (I would normally say "town") the county, everyone was tired from the holiday party the night before, or folks were burned out from last-weekend X-mas shopping, but 3/4 of the people that came out are IA regs (Will, Neil, those two guys that request the Blasters...).
Tried all the new songs for the 2nd time. "Winter of Broke" was technically rougher than the first time, but the feeling was closer. That's by far the strongest of the new batch.
p.s. If I write the lyrics here, does that constitute a ©?
Next: Austin for X-mas week; JV's on Friday w/ Mikey
My Lunch With John McDonnell
10 years ago
You write the lyrics anywhere that can be dated, and you bet your ass that counts.
ReplyDeleteHave fun in Austin for me.
Alright, Christine, I will.
ReplyDeleteAnd per her advice, here's "Winter of Broke":
"
Standin' by the mailbox, waitin' for the dole/
Truck's full of copper wire I stole/
From a job I didn't love, but one I couldn't leave/
Now I'm all blue from my collar to my sleave//
Now, I know December's a hard month for us all/
But, I wasn't worried about my job last fall/
Black man's talkin' 'bout a change downtown/
But, I look around me--all I see is brown//
Will they turn off the lights or will they turn off the heat?/
How much longer 'fore I'm livin' on the street?/
Both kids are cryin', haven't eaten in a day/
But, all I'm worried 'bout's the one on the way//
Try givin' minimum wage to a CEO/
I don't even have 5.15 an hour anymore/
Our stock'd be shit if I were workin' for the man/
But, Hank's Garage ain't really got a retirement plan//
What're they gonna' turn off today?/
Why they keep sendin' me bills I can't pay?/
Both kids are cryin', haven't eaten in a day/
But all I'm worried 'bout's the one on the way//
And Ricky was the 4th layoff this week/
Now, even shitty jobs are hard to keep/
It costs too much to have any hope/
We're all barely livin' in the Winter of Broke//
solo
Old Uncle Doug's mind still quicker than a rabbit/
Always jugglin' a job and a drinkin' habit/
He used to work real hard, but he's always dozin'/
Now that the motherfuckin' bank's foreclosin'//
And Ricky was the 4th layoff this week/
Now, even shitty jobs are hard to keep/
It costs too much to have any hope/
We're all barely livin' in the Winter of Broke//
And Ricky was the 4th layoff this week/
Now, even shitty jobs are hard to keep/
It costs too much to have any hope/
We're all barely livin' in the Winter of Broke//
Winter of Broke/
Winter of Broke/
Winter of Broke/
Winter of Broke/
"
© 2008 M. Kelley