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No question about it: we're suffering through the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression. Now, some smart folks are suggesting we're going to face the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression. Hard times already have struck a number of people close to the Brawler. As some small measure of solace, some musical reminders that people have suffered through hard times before ...and came out on the other side.
Skip James' endlessly haunting' "Hard Time Killing Floor Blues" -- economic devastation as a sort of hell. "People are drifting from door to door/can't find no heaven, I don't care where you go."
Stephen Foster's Hard Times Come Around No More as performed by Bob Dylan:
Jimmie Rodgers celebrates labor mobility in Waiting for a Train:
The Circle Jerks provided their subtle take on the Reagan-era recession with "When the Shit Hits the Fan." Doopity doo wop say what yeah."
The right no doubt will be trying to assert the prerogatives of capital as we try to figure out a way through this thing and fight to ensure security for working people. Woody Guthrie reminds them whose country this is.
The Clash reminds us we're facing the prospect of a global recession in Straight to Hell:
What the hell, might as well include a Springsteen song:
Because the Brawler is of that age demographic/mind frame that needs his music packaged in physical form, he picked up the Hold Steadys' latest see-dee "Stay Positive" and oh my lord is it awesome. It's not "Separation Sunday" -- that is a very (a bad adjective in this case justified) special album of which there are few -- but after 1.9 listenings, it is a fab album. Singalongs, invocations of 7 Seconds, some stretching beyond their trademark reliable Husker Du by way of the E Street Band sound (banjo by J Mascis! Theremin!) and meditations upon growing old, murder, guilt and other Craig Finn (a hedgehog, not a fox) obsessions,it is a fabulous piece of work. Hold Steady have produced as solid a body of music in their four full-length "albums" as anyone over these past several years. And Minneapolis suburb boy Craig Finn has grown into the sharp, smart, vernacular lyricist that Paul Westerberg always wanted to be. "So I mostly just pray she won't die"? Yow. That's from "Lord I'm Discouraged" (with the tuneful singalong refrain "excuses and half truths and fortified wine":
The guy shredding the Jimmy Page double ax is Janesville's own Tad Kubler. Bassist Galen Polivka would be Whitefish Bay's Phil Lynott if Phil Lynott had been of Eastern European descent as opposed to Black (literally) Irish.