I was going through my iPod today...seeing if there were songs I wanted to remove or if there were songs that I wanted to add back into the rotation...In doing so I ran across a long forgotten gem...a song that honestly, I had never paid attention to until now...
It is on Bob Seger’s Live Bullet Album, it is called U.M.C. (Upper Middle Class) it originally came out in 1974...and while it speaks of the American Dream, Mr. Seger throws some politics in the song...
Jump below the fold with me...
I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
I want an air conditioner
Cottage on the river
And all the money I can see
I wanna drive a Lincoln
Spend my evenings drinking
The very best burgandy
I want a yacht for sailing
Private eye for tailing
My wife if She's a bit too free
I've been told ever since a boy
that's what one ought to be
A part of the UMC
I want a pool to swim in
Fancy suits to dress in
Some stock in GM and GE
An office in the city
Secretary pretty
Who'll take dictation on my knee
I want a paid vacation
Don't want to have to ration
A thing with anyone but me
And if there's war or famine
Promise I'll examine
The details if they're on TV
I'll pretend to be liberal but I'll still support the GOP,
As part of the UMC
I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
Now when I listen to this song, or read the lyrics, I do not think of the upper middle class, I think of the upper class...a class that lives a life I cannot even conceive, about the only thing in the song that I can relate to is the lyric about a paid vacation and not having to ration. What I wonder though, has the middle class shrunk so much in the intervening decades since this song was written, that what once was considered a part of the middle class is no longer a part of the middle class.
I also find this lyric interesting:
I'll pretend to be liberal but I'll still support the GOP,
As part of the UMC
I wonder, how many people there are like that in today’s world?
I know not much of a Diary, but I wanted to do some writing today and it was either this or a story about my Late Father buying Whitewall tires...