Hallelujah, I’m a Bum
As the economy slows in 2009, will these old-timey songs of hard times make a comeback?
Related: There’s a great special about “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?” lyricist Yip Harburg here.
Happy New Year!
Update: Here’s a quote from Bruce Sterling’s “year in review” discussion that seems relevant.
I’m a bohemian type, so I could scarcely be bothered to do anything “financially sound” in my entire adult life. Last year was the first year when I’ve felt genuinely sorry for responsible, well-to-do people. Suddenly they’ve got the precariousness of creatives, of the underclass, without that gleeful experience of decades spent living-it-up.
I even fret about the bankers. Seventeen percent of the US works in financial services. That’s a lot. I’ve got friends and relatives who work in those industries. I frankly enjoy tossing myself into turbulent parts of life, because I’m a dilettante who bores easily, but jeez, bankers are supposed to be the ultimate humorless brown-shoe crowd. They’re not supposed to wake up on a sleeping roll and scrounge breakfast.