In the midst of an NYC nostalgia attack today, what should pop into my mind but a song I heard on the Jonathan Schwartz show over two years ago. I’d never heard the song before or since, but it stuck with me as a near-perfect rendition of the Greenwich Village hipster scene circa. the mid 1960s.
I had no idea about the title or the artist, but I remembered it was a song about "nothing." Thanks to google, I was able to ascertain that the mystery song was The Fugs’ "Whole lot of Nothing."
What’s my point? Nothing. Give it a listen if you like.
Church and Times Square, all a lot of nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
Stevenson nothing, Humphrey nothing, Averell Harriman nothing. John Stuart Mill nill-nill, Franklin Delano Nothing.
Carlos Marx nothing, Engels nothing, Bakunin Kropotkin — nyuthing! Leon Trotsky, lots of nothing. Stalin less than nothing!