_Don’t seem funny, and it don’t seem right,
sittin’ on my bed on a Friday night.
It seems the wheatie back penny ought to call you more than that.
Everything’s fine and I can’t complain
except my legs feel funny and I got this pain
like a wheatie back penny stuck inside my brain again…
_
Words of wisdom from The Ant Farmers. I understand there’s a new album out – maybe with the magic of the internet, I can get a copy way out here in Athens. More Ant Farmers links: a review of their last album, Beautician. I got the very first CD from the very first box opened at their CD release party. Also, a review of a show I attended back in 1997. I can vouch for the zanyness of the drunk dancin’ fellow. Finally, though this has nothing to do with the band The Ant Farmers, a history of the Cadillac Ranch outside of Amarillo, Texas. The Cadillac Ranch is a number of cadillacs buried nose-first in the ground. Pretty neat to see, really. It was conceived by members of the San Francisco art collective The Ant Farm.