This song’s about a local Seattle conservative radio personality who passed away right at the end of 2022. When people with disproportionate power use it to harm the less powerful we need to discuss that harm; death is not a shield from one’s misdeeds in life.

My buddy and bandmate Nathaniel suggested we do Jamuary together at our New Year’s Day party on January 1, and I didn’t get around to actually writing and recording anything until the January 2, after I recovered from my hangover. This is the first of two tunes written that day. Recorded live in mono on my laptop microphone with just a ukulele.

Lyrics

They say, don’t speak ill of the dead
They say, keep your mouth shut instead
So I guess I don’t have very much to say

Makes sense, as a rule of thumb
For most, it’s a decent outcome
Let the eulogies shine and look the other way

But what if the dearly departed were a radio clown
Who spent his career punching hard straight down?

I’d say, give no chance to rewrite
Years spent, pushing baseness and spite
And that’s all I’ll say about Dori Monson today