This ain't no Mudd Club...

To quote the Talking Heads, "This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around..."

Taken right in the wheel house of Occupy Wall Street, in the bowels of Zucotti Park, the idea is to show you that what I do, if that's what you want to call it, ain't no CBGB.  I don't have time for that now--this is serious shit, man.  I am standing on the frontline of the American Revolution.  Maybe.

What?
What?
Can you clarify what you call what you do?
What.
What?
What.
You do what, exactly?
Exactly.


Look at the face on that guy.  Man, he was feeling it.