John McCain gets himself a younger woman for his 72nd birthday!

Sarah Palin, the Harriet Miers of vice-presidential candidates, said today that she was the next step in Hillary’s 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling. If she means taking all the shards of glass and then using them to bleed the women’s movement back 50 years, then yes, she is!

I’m (duh of the century) not a woman, but if I was I’d be offended that in weird-grandpalike oversimplification, John McCain thinks that if you throw any ol’ pair of tits at Hillary supporters, they’ll cast their principles to the wind and vote Republican.

John McCain chose a symbol, Barack Obama chose a leader.

Convention Blogging Installment 1

And what a crazy day and a half it’s been.

First off, my friend Andrea was already my hero but her giving me her convention pass so I could see Michelle Obama’s speech in person = best favor ever, even though Andrea goes above and beyond the call of duty for me and/or my band repeatedly and deserves to be called out for it. So Andrea, you’re too nice to have a Google Alert for your own name, but if you weren’t, you’d see this.

I have been camped out at the Starz Green Room where there are lots of great panels, films and such put on by the Seachange Ideas Forum. If you’re here at the DNC you should all come check it out, especially a panel on Social Networks that’s happening on Wednesday that features Will.I.Am and someone with many more less successful political songs than “Yes We Can” (me)!

We are playing the Drinking Liberally party at the Skylark Lounge on Wednesday night which will rule. Come to that.

I am working for lots of people here (I work in this field too, not just sing about it) and it’s 1:10 am and I’m taking this little break from work to say hi from the convention. As usual, fuck proofreading.

Update I: Drew Westen gave a presentation at Starz and convinced me, depressingly, that there’s no fucking way the Dems are building a strong enough narrative to beat Walnuts McGrandpa. Oh well.

I don’t think Biden does anything for this consituency

From DemocraticStuff.com:

(h/t Scott from My Favorite Citizen)

Good week for the Dems!

It’s been smooth sailing over here ever since John McCain forgot how many houses he has. We did a song a couple weeks ago about how nonsensical the notion that he’s the regular guy that Americans can relate to, despite his many estates, wife’s net worth of $100 million, etc. called “One of the Regulars.” The occasion makes it worth popping back up here – enjoy!

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One of the Regulars

More on McCain’s not being able to count his houses

This does not make him out of touch with ordinary Americans, many of whom can’t count how many homes they have because they are trying to figure out if they have zero or one.

Too Hardcore for HuffPo!

Every now and then we do a song that I just don’t bother putting on The Huffington Post because it’s clearly stylistically too removed from anything their readership listens to. This week’s song is one of those.

In our 47 weeks we have flitted around from style to style quite a bit, and for me, these have been among the most fun. I’ve always been a huge fan of older hardcore bands like Born Against, Gorilla Biscuits and Articles of Faith, and was never in a band that even dabbled in it.

This week’s song, Rope, is my favorite that we’ve done in this vein. Just for this week I’ve updated the player to include some of our other songs that toe the line into the Sunday CBGB matinees of my youth.

The song is a reaction to Toby Keith’s “Beer For My Horses”, a song which has been correctly called out for being nostalgic for the days when folks in the south practiced justice by hanging people from trees. In a total head-up-ass demonstration of epic proportions, Toby seems completely unaware that this practice was usually carried out against black people who hadn’t committed any transgression at all.

I tap my foot to wal-mart country music, and am often impressed by the craft that the lyricists put into it. That said, the nostalgia for the confederate flag, the days of street justice, and yes, the lynching has got to stop. Half the people who buy this offensive garbage will go on and on about how offensive rap lyrics are while blasting this ode to the days when black folks swung from trees from their pickup trucks.

And oh – the Toby Keith thing was brought to my attention because fellow Huffposter Max Blumenthal led the fight on this and was called a “moron” by Keith, and a lot of people that that it was me because Max Blumenthal and I have practically the same name.

So, with that, enjoy “Rope”.

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Rope

I can see by the looks of the figures on hand
that business is quite good indeed
They’re dancing and clapping their hands
to the worst moments of history
Disguised as nostalgia for what?
An era of shame and disgust
The fiddles will fecklessly play
but they can’t disinfect it

‘Cause heritage and history are picture perfect enemies
A throwback to justice’s travesty, lusting and longing for tragedy
Coded deep in perfect pitch, syncopated in clever quips
Tightly tuned cascading on each sour note
When you sing, when you sing about rope

There’s a bank hidden deep in this ditch
that preserves all these demons of old
And etches them stitch after stitch
in circles of platinum and gold
The protest persistent against
the rhymes of the city next door
Reminiscing on days old
of vengeance and violence

Before my time and theirs as well
Way down south just north of hell
Stars and steel guitars glamorize this sick past of ours
Turn the clocks to long before the little minds in big box stores
Boots gently tapping hanging on each ugly note
When you sing, when you sing about rope

The Magnificent Seven

Oh what a lovely gift this is, that John McCain doesn’t remember how many houses he owns (the correct answer is basically seven.)

So, Obama Campaign: Nice ad — but who the fuck is scoring these things? This ad should’ve had campy, funny score. Not “someone just died” pianos. Or juxtaposition of the two – black and white photos of forclosures for 3 seconds with gloomy piano, cut to McCain’s houses with euro-techno behind it.