Baby, please
don't go
Mocked and
discredited long, long ago. Ridiculed in The Ragged Trousered
Philanthropists, the myth persists, churned out over and over
again by the desperate.
No. Us little folk
don't only have what we have thanks to the efforts of those
ultra-rich folk, without who we'd be stuffed. Actually, we'd cope.
Just fine, thanks.
Even after their
actions have brought about a global financial meltdown that has been
disastrous for all, fatal for many, they still come out the same old
rubbish.
“Unless you pay
us huge amounts of money” they say, “and if you limit our massive
bonuses, we'll go and work somewhere else, where they appreciate us.”
Off you go then.
Don't worry about it if you can't get a taxi. There's shedloads of
volunteer drivers to take you.
Yo La Tengo
Listening to this,
from 2009, tonight. They can't be accused of producing formula
albums. Even across any given album there's contrasts that keep
everything fresh. The trashcan rescue cassette on the cover's neat,
too.
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