Dave Cuomo, former editor of Urban Folk, former open mic host, former New Yorker, and former singer/guitarist for Chicken Little, is now the former owner of an appendix.
Spending the Christmas holiday in a Nashville hospital may not be the most popular way to get through the holidays, but it may be less significant when you’re a buddho-humanist, or a punk-lapsed-Christian, or whatever Cuomo chooses to call himself in this day and age.
The band, not playing.
Before Cuomo gave up his appendix, but after he gave up NYC, he gave up the duo he and wife Emma Berkey had been performing under, all through the country. He explained, kind of, what made him say goodbye to his rock and roll lifestyle. While trying to write a song for the band, “I realized it wanted to be a poem, then I realized it wanted to be a breakup poem to rock n’ roll, or punk rock, or whatever the hell it was we were doing. It made some good points, so I trusted it. Also, most promoters in Nashville who book you prefer that people actually come to the shows they book you for…
Here’s an excerpt from the goodbye song/poem/whatever:
I thought I knew you
until I saw you on a stage
proudly singing all those things
you used to only say to me
looking up and into the crowd
you sang, you were already free
that money only grows on trees
and you sang,
love is just a game of need
we all were born
of lust and greed
so we run for heaven like it’s sin
running uphill and into the wind
Get well, Dave.