SeattleDan posted a version of Brother, Can You Spare a Dime over at Jackson Street Books and it brought back memories of playing Bing Crosby's 1931 version for some of my customers back in my bartending days.
Yet I play Mr. Waits: I love Tom the way I love cranky street preachers who spill fractured memories into little tin cups...
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BTW, the breadline starts at two PM. I'll hold your place long as I can.
Great Dorthea Lange photos in that montage.
But I have an idea of how we can get ourselves out of this economical mess we are in...start a war.
It worked in he 40's. Right?
Wait. What? Two?
Never mind.