Sunday Music: After The Funeral Music

Hey! Sundays are for music. As a music-maker working in a less-than-musically focused world, this is my way to connect what I’m doing, thinking, and feeling with my favorite mode of expression This week I’ve been listening to…

Two too many deaths of people I loved in the past two weeks. Wherever this email finds you, and no matter if it’s a coffee mug or something else, raise it up. Cheers.

They’d both appreciate this one:

The cadillac stood by the houseAnd the yanks they were withinAnd the tinker boys they hissed advice‘Hot-wire her with a pin’Then we turned and shook as we had a lookIn the room where the dead men laySo big Jim Dwyer made his last tripTo the shores where his father’s laidBut fifteen minutes laterWe had our first taste of whiskeyThere was uncles giving lecturesOn ancient Irish historyThe men all started telling jokesAnd the women they got friskyBy five o’clock in the eveningEvery bastard there was piskeyFare thee well, going awayThere’s nothing left to sayFarewell to New York City boys, to Boston and PAHe took them out with a well-aimed cloutAnd we often heard him sayI’m a free-born man of the USA

(In case that didn’t load, pull up and press play on, “Body of an American” by The Pogues)