That old quote about not trusting a man who doesn't drink is attributed (according to my own personal lazy & minimal internet research) to W.C. Fields, but I first heard it from either my Gramps, Dad, or Captain Ron, who all cited John Wayne as the source...
regardless, it's a great quote, and I don't think it's actually about drinking, rather, about being able to participate in a group.
I like to be responsible for myself alone sometimes, but I've found that sports, music, religion, and alcohol alike share the common thread of being intensified by the power of the Group... it's undebatable.
this mini-poem became a song from our first record. it's not about friendly, social drinking. it's about isolation, excess, and recklessness, and the word "wasting" is used deliberately.
on a lighter note, She tweaked the second line of the second verse to go "these throttles go to eleven", which stole my heart.
BOTTLED
pass me that bottle again
turn the throttle up to ten
always room for one more
stop when my face hits the floor
wasting away
wasting away on this lovely day
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