You Call This Work?

Yesterday I had the tough assignment of representing our company at an event at Zingerman’s Roadhouse. It was a Live radio show called Radio Free Bacon that features different local artists each week. Yesterday they had Michael Waite playing alongside Terry Farmer & the Roadhouse Revival Band.

So I “had” to sit there with my wife in the brutal sunny 72° weather, eating crab cakes and sipping on lemonade, while Michael Waite reminded me why I love music.

Seriously, if you like indie artists and dig a little Jack Johnson-style folk music, check out Micheal Waite. He and his family live in a cabin up in Marquette, Michigan (just a couple minutes to the West of where I was last weekend).

Spread the Love Around – Michael Waite

I woke up in the morning. I pulled the covers over my head
I tried to use the telephone but the telephone was dead.
I looked outside the window and saw the snow piling high
I bid good morning to my pink catfish but my pink catfish had died
“This cannot be happening. I’ve been such a nice guy.”
So I called on my old Grandma and this was her reply:

We all know what to do.
We all know what to do.
We all know what to do.
We’ve got to spread the love around.

I stood beside a river
Saw a spirit come bubbling up
He tried to tell me I was wrong and that I should not look up
I said “I understand you man. I’ve said the same thing many times.
But the only place it ever led me was wallowing in slime.
You too can give up your grief. Your life can be peaceful.
You may have to lose your pride but at least you’ll feel alive.”

We all know what to do.

I know someday I’m gonna go that way.
I’m gonna take a little walk in the valley of death
Walking in the valley in the shadow of death
I’ll be walking on down that road.
And His rod and His staff are gonna comfort me
Like a whole world of brothers gonna comfort me
Like a father and a mother gonna comfort me
Though I walk on down alone.

For I’ve seen it on Earth how He makes me to lie
In the pastures of plenty with the clear blue sky
Birds and bumblebees bumbling by
Singing this song to me:

We all know what to do.
We all know what to do.
We all know what to do.
We’ve got to spread the love around.

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