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monkey at the wheel
about the song
True story: I dreamed I was boarding the "N" express from East Oakland to San Francisco. In the driver's seat, nattily attired in driver's jacket, jaunty bow tie and peaked cap, sat a monkey.
"Hey," I blurted out, "YOU can't drive this bus, you're a monkey!"
Apparently the monkey had heard this one too many times. He went bananas. He began screeching, jumping up and down on the seat, and pounding on the steering wheel in anger. Then, with great restraint, he calmed himself and took a deep breath. He turned an icy glare toward me and gestured toward the patch on his jacket.
I leaned down to get a close look. The patch read: "SAFE DRIVER 5 YEARS."
Well, this time we're all in this bus, and there's no patch on the monkey's jacket.
Writing the song
I've been shaking my head for a year now, in wonderment that the head of this country is a profoundly ignorant and hateful person whose only interest is his own bank account. I knew he'd be a disaster, but he has definitely outperformed my gravest concerns.
Then came the "shithole" series of comments. Ouch, my heart hurts. Suddenly, in addition to shaking my head and sighing, I was thinking, "Oh crap, we're all powerless in the back seat with a monkey at the wheel." I thought this phrase so many times in the course of a couple days, I began to realize it had to be a song. So I sat down and started writing and before I knew it, the song was complete and recorded and needed a video.
The old Getty photo of two soldiers sitting uncomfortably in a monkey-piloted jalopy was my point of departure. At first it was hard to find media for my video, but eventually I was impressed by the number of videos there are of monkeys driving poorly. And actually, now that I think about it, that's an excellent metaphor for the state of our nation.