Risky business this stimulus plan is, and heady times these days are. There's simply no brushing these elephants in the room under a rug, which leaves us with only one thing left to do... spin some tunes that speak rather directly to that side of ourselves that we reserve for the stress, worry, desperation, hope, tenacity, and realism involved when dealing with our New Depression.
Music is a way to process this see-saw of emotions instead of repressing it all to the bottom of our shoes where only later we’ll take it out on our co-workers and loved ones. That's what it's all about. Going out to a show or listening to a jam that approximates how we are feeling, which, awesomely so, also simultaneously functions as a way of saying, "Fuck 'em." You can have your media outlets and government and nameless people at the checkout counter at the grocery store tell you how to feel, or you can shut all that out and listen to Roxy Music's "In Every Dream Home a Heartache." It's your choice, but we'll tell you one thing: The latter is the one that around the five-minute mark will kill all the prevailing discontent and fear within their message with an amazing cacophony of wonderful, righteous noise.
And, yeah, we really love hearing Joan Jett proclaim that "1982 is our year, man" before singing the song "You Don't Know What You Got." So great.