A few months ago, at a Joe's Pub show in NYC, I had my mom, Elaine, come up and sing a couple of songs with me. She tore down the house. Now, she is no pro, she is a... mom with a mom voice (mom vibrato), but she is funny and fearless. One of the songs we do, "Big Shoes," is the true story of having to walk around in big ol' ugly orthopedic shoes all the way through 8th grade, and how pissed off I was that my mom made me wear them. Well, she wrote a rebuttal (on her own) in a sort of old school hip-hop way -- with a bit of Dinah Shore thrown in.
Anyway, one of the folks at Code Pink saw this and asked us both if we would play at their Mother's Day anti-war protest in front of the White House.
This will be my mom's first paid gig (well, free plane ticket and hotel) in 73 years. She's so excited...this morning she called and asked what she should wear, what one wears to a protest.
Well, here is a song I wrote a couple of years ago for Elaine and for all the unappreciated moms on Mother's Day.
Oh by the way, my Stepfather is a great guy but a staunch Republican. So we're just telling him that we're going to D.C. to 'visit Uncle Arnold'....