Last night I saw Lincoln. Not the Spielberg movie, I saw a vision of Abe Lincoln sitting at the foot of my bed. Of course, I became nervous and out from my mouth came the silliest question anyone has ever asked Abe Lincoln, "Why so sad?"
I've spent my life chasing fame and glory, trying to achieve great things. I've never been one to stop and smell the roses. This forced me to. I've been stunned by the outpouring of love, prayers and support.
If the glut of corporate money continues to poison our political system, it is possible that we could elect Newt "Mr. Potter" Gingrich to the presidency. How would someone who seems to know and care so little about poor people govern our country?
Remove foreclosure as an outcome of non-payment and an entirely fresh vision of borrower-lender relationship is put in place, now as cooperating partners, as in a business deal, because that's really what it is.
"I've made a lot of records because that's what I do, and I've listened to a lot of records, and I have to tell you the truth--it wouldn't have mattered if The Beatles had recorded "A Hard Day's Night" on Silly Putty. It would have sounded good."
John Hiatt's new album Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns kicks off with a pretty universally themed song, "Damn This Town." It's true, no matter what town you grow up in, every kid can't wait to get out of it.