March 28 - Commandante

OK, so rhyming Brendan Behan and "Tripoli, and" puts me entirely on this song's side, and boy is that ever just the start. John is flying with this one, soaring through Americana like a pair of bottle rockets, in a Chairman Mao coat with a jetpack strapped to his back.

The joy in this song is infectious and earned, it's a pleasure and delight in the weird and nerdy, the things that hit the inner value of "cool" which is nothing to do with what other people think. This is a song at play, and every part of it hums with that energy.