I recently got the latest Loudon Wainwright III album.
10 Songs For The New Depression. He sang a couple of them when I saw him in London earlier this year.
Now it's often struck me that good songwriters can crystalise something that I'm feeling (and that probably lots of other people are feeling). And it's often struck me that Wainwright is pretty funny (when he's not being depressed or angry, and even then...). An so here we have, as promised, ten songs about how worryingly bad everything is right now. Why does it put a smile on my face?
Lines like
You know that job I always said that I hated?
Well yesterday they gave me the sack.
Loving your work is so damn overrated
I sure wish to God I had that job back!
Or
The last guy in DC he got eight years
The whole damn country's in arrears
one, two, three, four wars going on
All I can do is sing this song
Spot on! We're all in it up to our necks, and there doesn't seem much we can do. Oh wait! Wainwright's got an idea, we should hang "Bernie whats-his-name" and invite Alan Greenspan along.
He even chucks in a couple of old songs from 1930-or-so, just to remind us that depressions have been here before. Should I take comfort from this?
I was listening to this lot last night when I went out to get takeaways (the wife had had a long day at the office). By time I got to Doppio I was in an outrageously good mood - because of all the cackling on the way. all the slapping my knee and shouting "you got that one right!".
It didn't
feel like laughing to stop from crying.
I checked some on-line reviews. Nobody seems to cry more because of this album. The Guardian even found it to be "uplifting".
What's so damn funny? What is this thing we call humour?