One winter evening long ago, Dave, Becky, and original BPRS member Ben Jaffe were in “The Thing,” an awesome secondhand shop in Greenpoint filled with extremely strange and wonderful objects. Ben picked up an old dusty piece of art in one of those gaudy brass frames and said, “This one’s from the Willy Wonka art dealer!” We giggled then took turns offering up commentary on other random items.
But the Willy Wonka art dealer stuck with Becky. She wondered what else he would buy and sell, how he would describe each piece, what his voice would sound like. He was probably creepy. She would probably want to hide from him.
The lyrics to this song started from there then grew into an outlet for our angst and anger over being young in America – how we were left with a recession, a broken society, a dying planet, yet were still expected to work 9-5 and pay the rent. We wanted a luck dragon to fly in and rescue us, leaving nothing but flames behind.
This anger rings truer today than ever before, but instead of hiding or running, we’ve become more empowered to get organized and do the work. Capitalism in America has run amuck. We don’t need a luck dragon to save us; if we come together and fight as a collective, we can save ourselves.
Not sure how to do this? Consider getting involved with the Working Families Party, a movement focused on creating a system that supports all Americans, not just the 1%.
And if you’re into rock-n-roll, check out Ben Jaffe’s latest musical project, Pill.