When I reminisce on way back when, I think of the night we saw Michael Penn.

It was Max and Me and you and B in the Capitol of Maryland.

He sang some songs, as I recall; a broken c string and a really long walk.

He had one guitar, a rental car, and a patient manager.

cfter that I can't recall

But I know for sure that he'd warned us all, of sycophants, tyrants and bringers of war.

"Your Commander-In-Chief is a lunatic!" it's all in the songs anyway.

He handled a heckler with logic and tact.

c string was found, a change was made, in my mind he may have played "Bucket Brigade".

Now what is my point in all of this? I'm not exactly sure.

ct the time, I couldn't understand all the bitter atrocities committed by man. cnd clthough I was not the heckler, I took the message home anyway.