Today on Double Americana we're covering a sea shanty called, "Pay Me My Money Down." You see, we started a Kickstarter Campaign, (have we told you about this yet?) and were looking for folk songs dealing with money, and wouldn't you know it, there aren't all that many traditional folk tunes that deal with raising capital via crowdsourcing in order to independently release music to a techno-savvy audience who is increasingly indifferent to new folk music, and so we settled on

We're in Moab, UT at a semi-upscale Vietnamese inspired restaurant called 98 Center (yelp it, it's awesome.) Dim lights, delicious drink menu, and lots of vegetarian/gluten free options. We came here the night before as well, because when you live in a camper and boondock on a regular basis, you need electricity to power your devices, and we needed to get a little work done. And so, we ordered some dinner and drinks (vegan bahn mi sandwiches and some truly inspired bahn mi na

"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me —and there was no one left to speak for me." ----Martin Niemöller, 1946 It's been a difficult week in America. Not that we've had a shortage of difficult weeks in America lately, but