Songcraft in the Time of the Virus

So my friend from the neighborhood (and an absolutely brilliant singer/songwriter/guitarist) Joe Benoit...

...has just written and recorded a song that, I strongly believe, will go down in history as the greatest work of art to have been inspired by our current trying times.

Okay, maybe not the greatest work of art, but certainly the best fucking pop-rock song.



You can, and should, order it over HERE. And share it with everybody.

Seriously, this damn thing is so brilliant I want to kill the kid.

Hey what’s your hurry?
You don’t have to worry
There’s nowhere to go anyway
I think the clock still ticks
As I’m watching Netflix
But I’m losing track of the days

There’s nothing left out there for me

Welcome to the longest weekend that you’ve ever known
It’s getting kind of strange to be alone
At least we’re still breathing
We’re living in the longest weekend
You’d think it would be fun
I never thought I’d say that I want Monday to come

The shelves are all empty
As far as we can see
New York has become a ghost town
Too much hesitation
And no preparation
Has led us to where we are now

Will there be something left for me?

Welcome to the longest weekend that you’ve ever known
Now every waking moment’s in your home
Just try not to lose it
We’re living in the longest weekend that we’ve ever known
It’s getting kind of strange to be alone…

With our thoughts
And our fears
And our hands that stay sanitized
It feels like a dream
But did we ever wake and realize

We were heading for the longest weekend that we’ve ever known
It’s getting kind of strange to be alone
At least we’re still breathing
We’re living in the longest weekend
You’d think it would be fun
I never thought I’d say that I want Monday to come
I never thought I’d say but I want Monday to come
I never thought I’d say that I want Monday to come

I have been blessed during my life to have known lots of incredibly talented people, but this is just ridiculously cool.