On Memorial Day I wrote an entry about politics entitled The Playground that once rested in this very spot.  I left it up here for a few days and kept revising it, careful to form my words just right as not to offend anyone.  It has become obvious to me that no one really gives a potty what I think about politics.  Why? because they already have their own opinion.  A political article by a musician always has three possible outcomes.

1. You agree with my view and become more obnoxious about telling others because you have been given a new jolt of confidence.
2. You disagree with me completely, think that I am an idiot and should study more about the topic because I have gone astray at some crucial point.
3. You don’t care either way and think that I should just play music and shut up about it.  You wonder why I would exploit such a great opportunity to reach people. 

It is so clear now.  A good song is a miracle.  When you hear it you think, “Man, that is so true, I have been there.  I want to hear that again.  Don’t you love this song?”  It’s like the only time we all agree.  Now, I write because I feel alone.  I got to get this idea off my chest.  It makes me feel so much better knowing that people have been there and the song really helps them.  The point is that it isn’t my music, it’s our music.  It’s not my ideas, it’s our ideas.  How foolish for me to ruin the love fest with my own presuppositions about something as delicate as politics.  I will never be that guy.  Feel free to hold me accountable.  Happy Memorial Day.  I am eternally grateful to those that gave the ultimate price for the freedom of a redhead that they would never know or meet.