Number 18 – Who’s Hungry?

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Wait… If I eat This,
Is It Gonna’ Make Me Sick?

If you don’t get it the 1st time, try again. The 1st time around, I admit it’s hard to follow, but damn this one’s good!
This one is Pure, This one is Rocks, This one is DTL, This one is Toys,
All grown up, and ready to kick ass!
You just gotta’ get it

 “Money can’t buy happiness”
The dumbass who said that, obviously didn’t know how to spend his/her money. Either that or, he/she was a Terminal Asshole…

The song I introduce at 18, takes a shot at some people who, because of their wealth, entitles them to look down on others. I’m not sure that people with money do this consciously though. It’s my thought that they either evolve to this kind of outlook by osmosis, or it’s hereditary. And I’m not saying that the majority of the wealthy do this at all. To be honest, I’m not even saying that wealth, in the sense of money, has anything to do with this type of outlook.

My thoughts the subject of the song, are that it comes more from a sort of “class disassociation”, than actual riches. By that I mean, it depends on what you do for a living, what you “would” do, what you “could” do for a living, What you would NOT do for a living, and how you look at others who would do, and are doing, what you wouldn’t do.

In my lifetime, I’ve been “unfortunate” enough to be in a family of “riches”, only to see it all taken away. I’ve seen, my whole life, the people who will welcome you, as long as you “have”, until you no longer do, and then stay away from you, and pretend they didn’t see you in the store, because what happened to you might just be contagious. I’ve made a living on both sides of the window, the side that “gives it out”, and the side that has to “take it”.

I’ve spent a large part of my life delivering meat and grocery items to the very small Mom & Pop stores of the Tenderloin, and Bayview districts of San Francisco, and what used to be East 14th, and even the Willow Park areas of Oakland before the Cypress Freeway came down in the ’89 quake, and the MacDonald & Barrett areas of Richmond, CA before the transformation. I’ve met, talked to, and had conversations with the lowest of the low, I’ve been welcomed, and I’ve been accosted. I’ve had conversation with the pushers and the hookers, the pimps, and the mothers and fathers. I’ve also spent time doing the same in Nob Hill,Menlo Park, Atherton, Woodside, Belvedere, Tibouron, Walnut Creek, Danville, Blackhawk, where btw; the same conversations weren’t often had. Not because of lack of effort on my part, but rather a ‘contagion’ that I might be carrying. At least that’s the obvious perception from the impression.

I’m not saying that the more affluent people aren’t real. I actually think they’re exactly that! It’s evident and obvious, it’s just, for the most part, it’s a reality that exists on a whole ‘nother level. Getting back to the distinction of class though, I don’t think it’s measured by dollars. Rather, I think it’s measured by hands. What have your hands touched? What are you willing to touch? Do you run for a wet-nap, after shaking hands? Do you wipe down the shopping basket? Did your mother do that? Your father? Your Grandmother? Did your parents die, or even go the hospital for catching the dreaded virus, “low-life disease”? Do whatever you want! Say you “don’t judge”…

I’ve seen very wealthy and clean cut men and women both, absolutely get their hands dirty. Whether that be a construction company owner, or an Interior designer getting into their work, and I’ve also seen the tatted up forklift driver, who won’t get off his lift to pick up 1 case that fell off the pallet, because he “Doesn’t do that”, that’s beneath him. I’ve seen longshoremen who try real hard to “look real hard”, but are soft as fuck, because they “do not do”. I’ve seen the guys who put on their weekend leathers, and show off their tattoos that still have color , and cut their sleeves off their shirts, to look like some kind of “bad ass”…  but they’re really just an “ass”, looking down on someone else, because they “don’t have”. So when people say do not judge wealth by money, but rather by the riches in your life, I can only say that riches are not often measured by beings or possessions, but by character.

I saw a story when I originally wrote this, sometime last year, in the morning on (I believe it was) KCRA news about a Parolee walking the neighborhood streets of an affluent neighborhood, and the absolute outrage on “How the state, the county, and city could let something like this happen in this kind of neighborhood”… WTF is the difference between your neighborhood and mine!!!???

When the homeless search your cans that you put out on the streets every Tuesday, do you immediately lock the doors, and call the police? If you see a man in tatters broken down on the side of the country road, do you just go home thinking “wow, bummer”, or do you stop and ask him if he needs some help? When you ask yourself what has happened to America, do you look to yourself for the answer? When you say; “I made my fortunes by making good decisions, and everyone has the ability to do the same”, are you willing to say that to the 14 year old homeless girl in the tenderloin, who ran away from home because she was constantly beat by her mother who was an alcoholic, or just had a bi-polar problem? What decision did she have at 10 or 5, when it first started?

The guys in this band are very, very wealthy, both financially and with character. They’ve gotten their hands dirty. They know where they came from, and never lost touch…

“Joe Perry and Steven Tyler of Aerosmith wrote this song with Jim Vallance, a Canadian songwriter who also co-wrote “Rag Doll” and “Young Lust.” They put the song together in Vallance’s basement studio. The jungle rhythm came about after Tyler started banging away on a keyboard. Perry came up with a guitar riff, and Valance added a guitar phrase. The song’s rhythms were played on Polynesian log drums. Six musicians were brought in to play them.” – Unknown

The “Intro” and song were the opening to the immensely successful “Get A Grip”, which also had four Top-40 tunes on it, and gave Aerosmith more play on mainstream radio, and of course MTV, before MTV forgot what their initials actually stood for.

This song has tremendous attitude about attitude! It’s loud, it’s angry, it’s a big “F*** YOU!” to so many. The sad part is those people really will never hear the message, and even if they hear it, they’ll think it’s for someone else.

When everyone is starving because a few have all the wealth, then the solution is obvious; eat the rich.

I am thoroughly convinced when I see the video below, some of the very best Aerosmith songs are when they just “LET JOE GO!” Steven starts us off in the intro with maybe, at least a good argument for, some of the best Tylerisms ever put down on tape, at a tempo that is reminiscent of Walk This Way, and he doesn’t stop there. He then lends voice as only he can do this good, into a whole ‘nother instrument within the song, rolling his rain forest calls into the wild.

The song’s lyrics are so fucking clever and to the point, with a razor sharp knife… and fork, that you can’t help but eat this stuff up. Tyler’s delivery on this song is exactly what the old Blue Army guys were always looking for through the 80s… Then we get Joey and Tom giving a tremendously strong bass, and percussion line… As strong as any song in their case! Thundering at times!

AND THEN Brad!!!! Just feeding off of Joe almost like identical twins, knowing where each other’s going before they get there…. But Joe!…  Fuckin’ Joe starts us off with a little WTW tease to bridge from “Intro” to the song, and then breaks into a frenzy of different licks, tying each one into his own precise, and yet varied fast paced melody, that seems to go all over the place, but with complete cool and control, always coming back around.

Absolutely one of the best J.’F’.P gems of all time! He cooks this fuckin’ song!

I sure hope you guys get off on this one as much as I do! There ain’t no Mercedes with “Pink” license plates in this one…

“I got all the answers and lo and behold 
You got the right key baby
But the wrong key hole yo…”

“And they’re dancin’ in the yacht club
With Muff and uncle Biff
But there’s one good thing that happens
A when you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes they may taste like shit
But go real good with wine…”

This is “Eat The Rich”

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BrotherSpike80

I am a man of simple means. My family is what's important to me. My family and my 3 girls mean more to than the sun! If you ask me what I think, I will tell you straight! So don't ask if you don't wanna know. I like people who are real and don't like those who aren't. You'll know where you fit with me pretty quick. I give most everyone the benefit of the doubt, at least until they prove me wrong. I've lived most my life like there was no tomorrow, at least until my daughters were born, and then even a bit after. By the way; That is NOT good advice... just a statement. I don't believe in "Halfway" Why put on the skis if you're not gonna at least try the face? But I also believe that there is more than Black and White. I believe in where I came from, I don't believe what I went through was ALL worth it! I believe in doing the right thing, more than doing what's right! I believe in "true" friendship, I also know that 99% of them aren't true. I will live a happy life and die a complete man if my kids learn from my mistakes.