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Musician Sings Blues Over Gas Prices
Jun 13 2008 by Courtney Messenbaugh
6/13/08
'Pain at the Pump' Croons About Price of Crude
I might be more fuel conscious than my husband. This could derive from days filled with work, kids and domestic errands that leave me with zero time to stop and fill ’er up; it could be that I manage our household budget and find it frustrating to see the money being driven down the drain; or perhaps I’d rather spend my extra cash on shoes and pedicures. Everybody in America now has a heightened sense of fuel prices. Even men (gasp!) are getting upset about it.
Take Brent Burns, for example. Brent has a hilarious music video called “Pain at the Pump” that I recently ran across at CNN.com. Be warned that this little song and dance about the price of crude gets a little crude itself. You can check it out at www.brentburns.com or search for it on YouTube.
I contacted Brent to find out more about the man behind the pain. Brent is just as funny in real life as he is in his video. A divorced father of three, he drives a minivan that is a “gas hog,” for which he needs a co-signer to fill up. That sums up where he got his inspiration for the song.
Brent said he wrote the song about a year ago when he saw where prices were headed. But Brent is a true crusader for the cause. In 1979 he wrote “Cheaper Crude or No More Food,” his only Top 40 record in his 20-odd-year music career. Brent has known for almost as long as women have that fuel economy matters.
Gas prices may never drop significantly and we might have to adjust our lifestyles to accommodate our pain at the pump. We can buy cars with new technologies, cut down on how much we drive, carpool, buy fewer pairs of those fabulous red-soled Christian Louboutin shoes, get fewer pedicures and so on. But whatever adjustments you make, at least you can do it while humming along to Brent’s song and giggling to yourself about its crudeness.
