Here’s an Unemployment Mix submission from one D.H., who recently moved up to the big city from down South and has endured his own bout with unemployment, most irritatingly being turned down for work due to “lack of NYC experience.” Which is not very constructive, potential employers!
At any rate, D.H. has since prevailed and joined the ranks of the employed, and now has taken some time out of his busy workaday schedule to put together a list of tunes for the rest of us.
Yesterday, a friend got in touch to recommend Bobby Womack’s “Nobody Wants You When You’re Down and Out” for YUD. “I find Bobby Womack to be blunt and always straight to the point,” he said.
Well, inspired by him, and in memory of our dearly (newly) departed Les Paul—who didn’t let things like a broken arm or occasional unemployment get him down, and who kept rocking until the ripe old age of 94—here’s YUD’s very own unemployment mix, which runs the gamut from oppressed worker to relieved lay-offee and confused job-hunter to unemployed person with possibilities.
I have a strange confession. One of my favorite parts of going into the office these past three freelance weeks has been my my commute. In particular, taking the bus up 1st Avenue to the UN, and then walking to 3rd from there, often stopping on the way for an iced coffee from the Amish establishment that is not Amish at all (it’s run by Turks, fyi, but “Amish sounded better,” according to a certain cab driver. How’s that for branding?).
Some of you may have read Adam Gopnik’s piece on riding the bus, how he adopted it after ignoring it for years in favor of the subway and, in fact, finds it a highly soothing pursuit for a variety of reasons. (If you haven’t, read it, it’s good stuff.)
