Erstwhile Joe

It was twenty years earlier. Joe Eawest was slicker, less and simultaneously more sure of himself, and he hadn't begun to play the tenor banjo yet. Things were quite different. He had not even been to spy school yet.

Joe's youth was spent running from his father, who was not an easy guy to run from.

Of course, it is on purpose that you and I do not have a clue who Raymond Eawest is, and what his role was in American History. It would be beyond our imaginations to know that Raymond Eawest was the head of a corporation that supplied certain parts of the government with certain types of labor and services. To be frank, a black ops-intelligence mercenary force. Ray Eawest was there pulling the strings when the U.S. Military and the C.I.A. invaded Laos and Cambodia. Ray participated in corporate dealings that hid funds that were responsible for coup de-tats and illegal drug seizures in Central America and Mexico. It is safe to say that Raymond Eawest had little conscience and less restraint when it came to inflicting collateral damage. His men were trained to be worse than Nazis.

Since the first war in the Persian Gulf, EaWest Corp. had been a powerhouse in the halls of the Pentagon and with the industrial military complex. The amount of money that Ray Eawest received as acting CEO during these years, you don't wanna know.

Anyway, so Joe grew up both hating the money with which his family provided for him, (because when he realized what his Dad had done for the money), and later becoming obsessed with the idea of combatting his father's world-view by getting as much of the money as he could and using it for good. This is where the need for the idea of the song originated.