Food Truck Fight

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The city of Greensboro currently prohibits Food Truck service in downtown proper. A mighty force of folks is organizing to put an end to the restriction. So, as my dear Irish friend Ingrid likes to say, this song is my wee contribution to the fight.

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Food Truck Fight

Let’s say your stuck in your cube
and your boss is being a boob
and all you need’s a little fresh air

But the line down at the diner’s
moving like a parade of shriners
from Elm to the Carolina Theater

Now you forgot to pack a lunch
And you’re feeling punch drunk
from that Ho-Ho and a glass of Yoo-Hoo!

And by 3 you need a brain
for that Skype with Baharain
As-Salamu Alaykum to you!

{Chorus}

We gotta love on some grub in a food truck
Nosh on a tot made of roast duck

How about a little Sympathy for the Deli
put some good food in your belly
and drop some pounds
chasing the things down

So Beth in accounting
is calorie counting
And Frank announced
he’s newly Gluten Free

Henry says he’s cleansing
And Paula’s hesitating
between going Primal
and eating only organic meals

The office fridge is empty
and people are getting cranky
and there’s no budget for
a team build this year

If we could only grab a bite
as a group we’d be all right
if we only had some food trucks around here!

You know, you’re probably right
to be putting up a fight
we can’t have that kind of thing around hyeah!

Oh, we’re not an Austin
We’re not even a Boston
Are you gonna eat that 3 Muskateer?

Now let’s see, how was it,
That nice Post reporter put it?
She called us “derelict southern town”

It’s just so hard to take
we can’t wipe that smirk off her face
with a fish taco and basil lemonade to wash it down

We gotta love on some grub in a food truck
Nosh on a tot made of roast duck

We need a culinary revolution
or at least a swift solution
because I don’t think this city can take one more ridiculous political discussion
about not letting people make their own damn decisions.

bon appétit!

by Molly McGinn

Ryan Cavanaugh: From Russia with a 5-string banjo and an 8-string guitar player.

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Pretty quickly, you can figure out that Ryan Cavanaugh has phoned in a preview interview a time or two. He kindly spells out the more curious-sounding words, mid-conversation.

Like, Sochi. S. O. C. H. I.

Cavanaugh has recently returned from a tour in Russia with Bill Evans’ Soulgrass project, where the band played a festival in Sochi, a coastal town on the Black Sea. And Sunday, Ryan brings his solo project — Ryan Cavanaugh and No Man’s Land — to the Rooster’s Wife.

Ryan Cavanaugh and No Man’s Land Sunday, July 22 at the Rooster’s Wife. Tickets available online or at the Spot. 

Order tickets here.

Evans started the Soulgrass project with Bela Fleck, a crazy fusion of funk, soul, and bluegrass, Cavanaugh says.

“It’s very rootsy. Jim Hendrix with a sax.”

On the Russian tour, Cavanaugh and the band played with Igor Butman–Russia’s jazz offering to the world, and later gigged at “Le Club,” Moscow’s most famous jazz club.

“People responded to the banjo quite nicely,” Cavanaugh says.

Ever since Cavanaugh picked up the banjo at age 10 and started working his way from Earl Scruggs to John McLaughlin, Cavanaugh has been trying to bring the 5-string banjo back to jazz.

“Sometimes it’s really positive,” Cavanaugh says about the audience reaction. “The Bee Bop purists may not like it.”

Sunday’s show will, however, bring together a few world-class players from North Carolina.

“This is a unique line up. I don’t have a bass player, and I don’t have a keyboard player, but I have an 8-string guitar player, Chris Boerner, who plays both harmony and bass on one instrument. He’s from Raleigh.

“And Nick Baglio, on drums, one of the best drummers in North Carolina.”

It’s the first time these players will get their hands on Cavanaugh’s original material, but they’ve played together before, Ryan says.

Finally, when asked if he picked up a few Russian phrases on tour, he responds:

“I learned how to say ‘thank you,’ ” Ryan says, saying something that sounds like spah-seeba. “I don’t even know to spell it.”

(In case you were wondering, it’s Спасибо.)

by Molly McGinn, who has never been to Russia, but has been to Aberdeen.

Wrecking Ball (lyrics)

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Wrecking ball

Wrecking Ball
by Molly Miller and Molly McGinn
Amelia’s Mechanics

Old soul with a wrecking ball
tied to her ankle jumps down a hole
no kite. No kite.

Queen of Hearts sprints up a hill
only to stop and then stand still
no kite. No kite.

Stares down the hole and sprints again
bleeding from a bullet in her left shin
no kite. No kite.

‘Cane’s coming in.
Hurricane’s coming in.
‘Canes coming in.
Shiver and shine.

I see houses I see trees
like legos far beneath me
no kite. No kite.

I see water in a ring
a well is such a mighty thing
no kite. No kite.

And I want out.
Out.
And I want out.
Out.
Shive and shine.

She took the chain link into her hands
and pinched ankle steel to string
no kite. No kite.

She took the wreck she took the king
took the ball and through bending
took flight. Took flight.

Superjacent to
big tin foil balloon
Superjacent to
big tin foil balloon
Shiver and shine.