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.
Let’s say you get home a little buzzed. Hey, no judgments. We’ve all been there. You’re not super drunk, but having walked from the West side (cheaper and calorie-burning!), very efficiently using that time to call various men you may or may not be interested in, and, of course, to internally debate about whether stopping into certain bars would be a good thing or a bad thing, you’ve grown a bit … thirsty.
Nearly home, you wonder whether the wine store is still open. (All you have at the apartment is an elderly bottle of red that gave you a pretty bad hangover that night you were dishing to that Gawker dude, and it’s been a few days—God, maybe weeks!—since then.)
You check your BlackBerry since until you get your Patek Philipe you are watchless for the duration. Damn, it’s 11:15. Well, it’s either home or some nearby bar, and given that it’s a Thursday, and all of the raucous youngsters are out crowding your usual VIP spots, you choose home. You must have something you can throw together, right? (You wouldn’t be YUD if not.)
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.
Let’s say you get home a little buzzed. Hey, no judgments. We’ve all been there. You’re not super drunk, but having walked from the West side (cheaper and calorie-burning!), very efficiently using that time to call various men you may or may not be interested in, and, of course, to internally debate about whether stopping into certain bars would be a good thing or a bad thing, you’ve grown a bit … thirsty.