Oct 23, 2012 - Daytrotter Studio, Rock Island, IL
- 1 Number Zero with a Bullet / They're B…
Drink The Wind That's Blowing
Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry
Water boils and so does David Dondero. The point at which it happens for the North Carolina folkie is lower than most, though the recognition period is extended well beyond normal lengths, though he's anything but a combustible, angry man. He gets keyed up and frothy over matters that are exceedingly important to him.
He finds various manners to express himself when the tempers flare -- because thinking that any of the ideas that he exposes to first light are derived of any pacifistic itinerary is all wrong. They are brought about for introductions, with caps in their hands behind their backs, shoulders bowed gracefully, as polite little tots, not delinquents rife with maladjustment and a full grown mean streak where their manners used to be. They of the ilk of protest songs that the gentle birds would write back during the Woodstock era, when the granddaddy of all illicit wars was spewing and dragging its muddy and sweating self through living rooms and kitchens, overstaying its welcome.
Dondero writes protest songs that feel more like lullabies and crescant moons than barbed clubs and bullet holes, cerebral offerings of gut reactions to death and injustice that reminds one more of The Zombies singing about the time of the season, a time for every purpose, like it or leave it. We can't possibly affect all of the nastiness that claims the bigger world that isn't covered by our own personal insurance or roof. He sings, "Gotta drink the wind that's blowing," and it's a resounding statement though it's a resigned one of defeat. He takes things on the chin. He points out that we're all taking it on the chin -- all around us -- our control or power of influence over the atrocities of the world, of our own government is as feeble and flimsy as we imagine it to be. We aren't weak people, but play a form of them in real life, no matter how much of a stink we raise about the things we don't agree with. It's unavoidable.
Dondero sings like he thinks like an insomniac, drumming up all of his insecurities, all of the desperate, collected information that can serve as the staple of a paranoid diet. Everywhere he turns, there's more of it, but there's confliction in his mind and on record as he's beset by all of the horrors that are bigger than any of us and yet, he still has the ability and takes advantage of the finer things in life - swimming in gorgeous parts of the country, drowning himself in remarkable natural beauties. They are the exceptions to the ire, the things that keep it tame and still maybe help to fuel that disgruntlement.
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