When we came round from the effects of one of our all too regular Bacchanalia some months ago we were surprised to find that we had decided to divorce our partner(s) in the European Union. The UK in our moniker Americana-UK is more of an advisory description of geographical location than a statement of nationalist intent so we could, potentially, have been Americana-EU. No matter – we are sure that people know what they are doing other wise they wouldn’t have put that stuff on the side of a bus in order to trigger our parting. As far as our limited view from The Bunker will allow this is what we assume is happening: Continue reading “Pick of the Political Pops: Paul Simon “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover””
The vast majority of the statuary here at Americana-Uk Towers is dedicated to our Glorious Leader/Editor in Chief and we can’t see that history being revised anytime soon. Even the small shrine in the furthest corner of The Bunker dedicated to him features a small maquette of his likeness so we are well used to seeing his fairsome and fearsome visage around the place. Our interest was piqued then when we heard that certain statues in certain places (the southern USA for example) were to be removed since they no longer fit a modern view of history. We are planning a referendum on the matter of our own public art and will let you know the outcome when our Glorious Leader says we can. Meantime we have been mulling on the musical history of “The South” and were reminded of this little ditty in which the protagonists seemingly support a segregationist governor and don’t give a hoot about the anti-democratic wrong doings of a right wing president (in a place called Watergate). Perhaps fortunately the meaning of the song has also been subject to some ‘revision’ of its own (according to research) and we can now hopefully, politically correctly, tap our toes to what is a nice little tune. And of course laugh along with well known prankster Mr. N. Young.
Down in the bunker we are, of course, shielded form the worst effects of inclement weather, plagues of locust and snotty folk spreading their horrible germs. This is how we filter our world. That said we like to keep up with current affairs and given that the architect of our bunker was a Gaudi devotee we are feeling the situation in the as yet/possibly to be announced People’s Republic of Catalonia. “Let’s have something Spanish this week” one wag commented on his way to our fulsomely stocked bar. Ignoring the fact that in Barcelona they speak Catalan and not Spanish we, of one accord, suggest this. We are also ignoring the fact that it’s actually a Cuban tune rather than Spanish . That’s two fails. And, in a spectacular fail all of its own it was originally written as a love song not the nationalist/revolutionary anthem that it has become. Lucky for us the bunker impenetrable to all dissent and we just do as we please. The best thing is that this has been an ‘easy listening’ hit in, amongst other places, the USA and was once memorably covered by the great protest singer Pete Seeger. Here then is an earworm for you that you’re not going to get rid of anytime soon:
From down here in the AUK Bunker it often seems as if the Left (like the devil?) has all the best tunes. We have identified this as a decent little ditty from a small ‘c’ conservative direction, however. There are a number of ‘ironic’ covers of this tune but the original has the ability to make us smile and we particularly like the line “And white lightning’s still the biggest thrill of all” proving that even in deep redneck country they understand the power of two litres of cheap cider…