[This entry is cross posted at ordinary-times.com]

The lyrics to Lindsey Buckingham’s “Holiday Road” are

I found out long ago
It’s a long way down the Holiday Road

and

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Take a ride on a West Coast kick

with the phrase “Holiday Road” thrown in repeatedly. The beat doesn’t change – bouncy bass and a metronomic drum with two guitar riffs that loop. One of the four lines he bothered to write was ripped from tradition; not even Mother Goose tried to claim that one as her own.

It’s not a lazy song. It’s colorful. An anthem for someone with places to go and a copy of Republican Party Reptile hidden under his mattress. And there’s a dog barking at the end.

It’s a POETS Day masterpiece. Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday.

But first, some verse.

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When I worked as a sommelier we’d get travelers from various patches of wine country all the time hocking wares and buying lunch. It was a pretty good gig for a lot of reasons, but the lunches in particular commended themselves. These travelers would be winemakers, owners, sons and daughters of owners, national or regional sales managers, whatever. They wanted their wine on my list and, like dimpled pharma reps feting doctors, they filled us full of food and booze, hosting myself and two or three like-employed at some of the city’s best spots.