I have long believed in the use of gallows humor as a coping mechanism. Tonight, I received a... shall we say... superchunk of snark in the form of Mac McCaughan’s darkly brilliant Happy New Year (Prince Can’t Die Again):
It's a remarkable song that can be catchy, tragic, bleak, and inspirational all at once... exactly the sort of music that I tend to favor. The last verse of the song is one of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard from a musician:
So gather with your retrograde relations at the table,
Nursing hangovers of hatefulness and fear.
Remember who needs to get out and see the world.
Play the long game, muster up some cheer,
’Cause if they believe that nothing really matters
All that winning might end sooner than they think.
We might not have democracy or freedom anymore,
But resistance will be hatched around this drink.