Bleak on Bleak

I came here this morning to elevate the mood, moving on from the darkness of the previous post and ignoring the Democratic Party clusterfuck in Iowa. And then I read this interview with Patterson Hood about Drive-By Truckers' new album, The Unraveling.

Rolling Stone's review of the album features a headline that reads, "Drive-By Truckers Channel Their Disgust With Trump’s America on ‘The Unraveling’" So Hood, et al, are kinda feeling it, too. "Stick it up your ass with your useless thoughts and prayers" from the aptly named "Thoughts and Prayers" may well be the rallying cry for the frustrated and increasingly less silent majority.

So here's that song for your listening pleasure(?):



There's a little bit of hope peeking out, which I suppose describes our time well. In the NPR interview linked above, Hood says, "The last line of the song, "Awaiting Resurrection," that ties in with the album cover, which has the two little boys standing on the beach watching the sunset. I'd like to think that somehow that is the ray of hope at the end."

We need a ray of hope, for sure.