Send LGM Yr Money
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It’s nearing time to close up the briefcase, pack up the trampoline, put away the day-glo paint, pay the caterer and take last call orders on our annual LG&M Fundraising Day — and what a day it has been! I think you’ll agree that even by the accustomed standards, the pyrotechnics from our front pagers have been positively psychedelic. You expect nothing less than pure nitro from a gang like Lemieux, Farley, Watkins and crew — and that’s just what you got. When you weren’t learning you were laughing. And when you weren’t laughing you were crying in your IPA, thinking about the last remaining days of the recognizable world and how certain parts of it were pretty fun. The NFL wild card round, Rod Stewart, pierogies. It wasn’t all bad.
Snap out of it! We aren’t dead yet. We bitch endlessly as posters, as you do as commenters. An aria of complaints, massive and operatic. It is our artform, and a beautiful form it is. Because it proves that we have not, as an LG&M community, given up entirely because we would not tax our imaginations to think of that many clever/vile things to say about the people we loathe or make as many references to Being There — both the film and the album — if we didn’t inherently believe there was something beautiful worth fighting for. Maybe our cause — plurality, decency, economic fairness, rational discourse and Drive-By Truckers — is already well and truly fucked. Who’s to say? I haven’t seen Patterson Hood lately.
Doesn’t matter. We fight on. We draw from that small and dwindling reservoir of hope that the first now might later be last. We support one another, even when the comment thread gets so reference-heavy and confusing in its one-upmanship that historians will struggle to understand how it ever was that such a rowdy bunch as we put the world to right. If the best happens we will slap ourselves on the back and remember the time we collectively fought off fascism at the internet equivalent of Rick’s American Cafe. If the worst happens… well, name, rank and serial number.
If you can make a pledge to LG&M, that is what keeps this compulsive truth-telling machine running. I know a lot of you guys prefer to work in cash, and that’s completely fine. If it’s a need-to-know situation, talk to Loomis. We have totally untraceable ways of doing this. But you can also just make your contributions here:
As a final gesture, I have made a special, special video, which I think you’ll agree makes the case for LG&M with music, far better than the written word could do.
Sing along, while you make those Telethon phones ring:
I was ransomed in Seattle
No idea what to do
Rope-tied up like cattle
I had to call Lemieux
He showed up with his briefcase
Sweat glistening on his crown
Send LGM your money
Or this site is shutting down
Watkins heard a rumor
About an abandoned storage space
Farley cased the joint
And Loomis ran the race
Now they’re hunting us in Hamburg
In Lodi and in Vail
Send LGM your money
Or we’re all going to jail
Send LGM your money
Or this fundraiser will fail
Sincerest thanks to everyone who has made this one of the truly great and nourishing places on the internet for two decades running. As long as we can keep the lights on, the party never ends.
Love,
Elizabeth