The most enduring image of American folk singer Woody Guthrie is of the Dust Bowl Troubadour brandishing a guitar emblazoned with the message, βThis machine kills fascists.β Powerful words that still resonate today, especially among the thirsty multitudes who have gathered in Philadelphia for the Democratic National Convention.
I had expected the city to be brimming with public spiritβalong with spirits spiritβbut what surprised me was the music. It was everywhere. So last night, I visited a series of local bars to ask people, βWhat song/cocktail combination makes you feel most patriotic?β
Spoiler alert: Guthrieβs βThis Land is Your Landβ won by a country mile. But the booze was all over the map.
βI find Irish whiskey to be very patriotic,β said Sean McGovern, who hails from the Frankford section of the city. βIβd salute America with a shot of Jameson and βThis Land is Your Landβ cranked all the way up.β
When I was suggested that an American-made whiskey might be more apropos for seasoning the stew of liberty, McGovern replied, βMy ancestors came from Ireland and helped build this country. And besides, I like Jameson more than bourbon or rye. Freedom of choice is what this country is all about.β Fair play, Sean.
Lara Gainey drove up from North Carolina to support Bernie Sanders. The song about this country that amps her up most is Rage Against the Machineβs βBulls on Parade.β Flag-waving sheeple she ainβt, at least according to the giant RATM clenched fist logo tattooed on her rib cage. She said that when she gets home, sheβs getting Bernieβs face permanently etched on her torso too. I dig the commitment, Lara.
What drink gets Ms. Gainey lit up about the Land of Opportunity? βThis,β she beamed, raising her half-empty pint of lager. βBeerβs my cocktail.β You had me βtil beer, Lara.
My wingman on this mission was my cousin Dennis, whoβs been raising hell in Philadelphia since the day he was born. He cited βThe Endβ by the Doors as the tune that gets his βMurrican mojo risinβ. Whatever floats your boat, Dennis. I have a good therapist if you need. And no, Iβm not embedding that thing here. This is a family show.
βAs for the drink,β he said, βhere,β and handed me a shot. We clinked glasses and tilted back. JΓ€germeister. Youβre aware weβre talking about United States drinks, right, Dennis? βI drank it here, that makes it American.β Sure does, buddy. It sure does.
Yvette Samuel lives just over the Delaware River in New Jersey. Which pretty much counts as Philly so long as you donβt rub it in anyoneβs face. She said she cried on the 4th of July when she heard Ray Charlesβs βGeorgiaβ after drinking Mint Juleps all day. Said it gets her every time. Drinking Juleps all day gets me every time too, Yvette.
βItβs funny,β she said. βSomething about the South just feels, you know, real American to me.β I didnβt have the heart to tell her she was at the wrong convention.
We stopped by a DNC party thrown by Patriotic Millionaires, part of the Agenda Project, a nonprofit that supports left wing causes. It was held at a huge brownstone at 16th and Locust that Iβm pretty positive they used as the Duke Brothersβ home in Trading Places. Thatβs where I saw John Popper from Blues Traveler sipping on white wine. Way to ruin your image, John Popper! I reminded him that weβd met once before at a party at Adam Carollaβs house where weβd had a laugh about the fact that Ron Jeremy had shown up wearing sweatpants. Some people drop names in a careful coherent manner to make themselves seem important. Other people Jennifer Lawrence Carrot Top the J. Lo Rush Limbaugh with Tila Tequila.
John Popper, of course, is most famous for his rendition of βThe Preambleβ on Schoolhouse Rock Rocks The Vote, which doesnβt seem to be anywhere on the internet except here. Itβs OK, John Popper. I still believe youβre famous.
βSeriously?β Bob LaBrum of Fishtown asked at Rouge on Rittenhouse Square, incredulous. βNobody else youβve asked so far has mentioned this song or this drink?β
No, Bob. No they havenβt.
βLetβs fix that right now,β said LaBrum. He ordered a round of Manhattans. Stiff. Then went to the jukebox and put on the Godfather of Soul, the hardest working man in show business, Mr. Dynamite, the amazing Mr. Please Please Please himself... James Brown!
On his cue, I raised my glass and looked up at the big screen where Bill Clinton was auditioning for the role of First Hubby. Then I peeked at LaBrum, and I swear I saw tears welling up in his eyes. Though to be fair, he might have been thinking about Rocky IV. After a good long moment, he turned and looked at me and grinned.
βAmerica,β he said reverently. βFuck yeah.β
You said a mouthful, Bob LaBrum. Because that sweet little ditty from Team America World Police is my patriotic drinking song of choice. I like to listen to it while drinking Jack Danielβs. And riding a laser eagle. Across the Grand Canyon.
I highly recommend you try it sometime. If you need a laser eagle, I know a guy.